Then suddenly she knew where she was, and that God was not gone,
but her own Maker was with her, and would not forsake her.
Of the roads that led from the farm she knew only that by which Mr.
Robertson had brought her, and that would guide her to the village where
they had left the coach: there she was sure to find some way of returning
to Deemouth! Feeble after her prolonged inaction, and the crowd of emotions
succeeding her recovery, she found the road very weary, and long ere she
reached Tiltowie, she felt all but worn out. At the only house she had come
to on the way, she stopped and asked for some water. The woman, the only
person she had seen, for it was still early morning, and the road was a
lonely one, perceived that she looked ill, and gave her milk instead. In
the strength of that milk she reached the end of her first day's journey;
and for many days she had not to take a second.
Now Isy had once seen the soutar at the farm, and going about her work had
heard scraps of his conversation with the mistress, when she had been
greatly struck by certain things he said, and had often since wished for
the opportunity of a talk with him.
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