He followed her to the foot and stood there watching her. As she reached
the top he heard her sob.
An impulse caught him to follow her, to take her again--but how
differently!--into his arms,--to soothe her, to comfort her, to win her
back to him. But sternly he put it from him. She had got to learn her
lesson, to realize her obligations,--she who talked so readily of leaving
him! And for what?
A wave of hot blood rose to his forehead, and he clenched his hands. He
went back into the room, knowing that he could not trust himself.
When Mrs. Rickett entered with a lamp a few moments later, he was
gathering up the litter of books and paper from the table, his face white
and sternly set. He gave her a brief word of greeting, and went across to
the school with his burden.
CHAPTER VI
COALS OF FIRE
It was nearly half-an-hour later that Mrs. Rickett ascended the stairs
and knocked at Juliet's door.
"Supper's been in this long time," she called. "And Mr. Green's still
over at the school."
There was a brief pause, then Juliet's quiet movement in the room. She
opened the door and met her on the threshold.
"Why, you haven't got a light!" said Mrs.
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