She
turned and passed him without a word, but giving him a look which seemed
to make the scars on his wrist tingle, went to her room, where she locked
herself up, and did not come out again till evening, Old Sophy having
brought her food, and set it down, not speaking, but looking into her
eyes inquiringly, like a dumb beast trying to feel out his master's will
in his face. The evening was clear and the moon shining. As Dick sat at
his chamber-window, looking at the mountain-side, he saw a gray-dressed
figure flit between the trees and steal along the narrow path which led
upward. Elsie's pillow was unpressed that night, but she had not been
missed by the household,--for Dick knew enough to keep his own counsel.
The next morning she avoided him and went off early to school. It was
the same morning that the young master found the flower between the
leaves of his Virgil.
The girl got over her angry fit, and was pleasant enough with her cousin
for a few days after this; but she shunned rather than sought him. She
had taken a new interest in her books, and especially in certain poetical
readings which the master conducted with the elder scholars.
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