CHAPTER 4Lois Margeritta! Her own name! And the star-shaped burn on her arm!
Her head was in a whirl; the room seemed to be spinning round drunkenly and it needed all her strength of mind to keep her from crying out.
But it was true. That dignified, stately woman who had marched so calmly in the circle of pain was her mother! Incredible, impossible though it seemed, she knew this was the truth. Her mother!
Obeying a blind impulse, she darted to the door, flung it open, and was half-way along the stone passage before the startled governor had overtaken her.
“Whatever is the matter with you, girl?” he demanded, half astonished and half angry. “Are you ill?”
“Let me go, let me go!” she muttered incoherently. “I must go to her!”
And then she came back to sanity with a gasp, and allowed h
