Martin. It will give me great pleasure to show
Mr. Martin the little falls at the loch's end, if he cares to step that
far." If Mr. Martin was conscious of any great desire to view the little
falls at the loch's end, his face most successfully dissembled any such
feeling, but to the little falls he must go as the schoolmaster quietly
possessed himself of him and led him away, while Miss Cameron, with
never a thought of either of them, passed up the broad path into the
kirkyard. There, at the tower's foot, she came upon her brother, prone
upon the little grassy mound, with arms outspread, as if to hold it in
embrace. At the sound of his sister's tread upon the gravel, he raised
himself to his knees swiftly, and with a fierce gesture, as if resenting
intrusion.
"Oh, it is you, Moira," he said quietly, sinking down upon the grass. At
the sight of his tear-stained, haggard face, the girl ran to him with
a cry, and throwing herself down beside him put her arms about him with
inarticulate sounds of pity. At length her brother raised himself from
the ground.
"Oh, it is terrible to leave it all," he groaned; "yet I am glad to
leave, for it is more terrible to stay; the very Glen I cannot look at;
and the people, I cannot bear their eyes. Oh," he groaned, wringing his
hands, "if she were here she would understand, but there is nobody.
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