I felt no more its cold, mysterious shadow between me and my school fellows.

It had stepped out of my path into that of Henry Wills.

His popularity waned and a lucky circumstance it was for him.
From that day he began to take to his books and to improve his standing in the school.
I observed that he did not go about with Sally as he had done.

I had had no word with her since the night of Mr.Hacket's lecture save the briefest greeting as we passed each other in the street.

Those fine winter days I used to see her riding a chestnut pony with a long silver mane that flowed back to her yellow curls in his lope.