She remembered that she had heard Gladys intimate that she had a sweetheart, and was not altogether what she should be.

She gazed around the empty, forlorn little room, with one side sloping with the slope of the roof, and an utter desolation overcame her, along with a horror of Annie.

She felt that if Annie were there she would be no refuge.
Maria turned, and slipped as silently as a shadow down the stairs back to her room.

She looked at her bed, and it seemed to her that she could not lie down again in it.

Then suddenly she thought of something else.