"To-morrow I will see you.

You need not try to escape." He passed him, and went slowly up through the vacant mill to his chamber.
The man sat down on the lower step a few moments, quite quiet, crushing his hat up in a slow, steady way, looking up at the mouldy cobwebs on the wall.

He got up at last, and went in to Lois.

Had she heard?
The old scarred face of the girl looked years older, he thought,--but it might be fancy.

She did not say anything for a while, moving slowly, with a new gentleness, about him; her very voice was changed, older.
He tried to be cheerful, eating his supper: she need not know until to-morrow.