S even be glad to  I did not ask. I could not. I  igold me t t far off. It   unity to escape, and I took it.

    In t to my room and did my packing, t back to Emmeline’s quarters to say good-bye to Miss inter. All ters’ iller ter  if so read no longer; instead, cer’s face. In ly h. her eyes were closed and she looked deeply asleep.

    ‘Margaret,“ Miss inter murmured, indicating a c I ogeted for t to fade, listening to tide of Emmeline’s breath.

    Bet, in a smooturbable rhe sound of waves on a seashore.

    Miss inter did not speak, and I, too, , composing in my mind impossible messages I migo my sister via t traveler to t otion, th a deeper and more enduring sorrow.

    Against tte, Miss inter stirred.

    ‘You s in told me s to me across the bed.

    My fingers closed on a rectangular leat al lock. Some sort of book.

    ‘From Emmeline’s treasure box. It  be needed anymore. Go a. alk.“

    Book in o ture in my patide of Emmeline’s breat.