Whatever the story was, it is for me as though it never existed." I made a most prodigious breakfast.

I had no anxiety as to what they might think about my absence at Aghadoe; I felt they would know where I was.
I said no more to my godmother about returning with me.

I felt she was right in waiting for Uncle Luke where she was, and I was sure he would go to her when he had confronted Garret Dawson and wrung the truth from him.

But after breakfast, lest they should be waiting for me at Aghadoe, I returned home the way I had come, feeling as though I walked on air.

I could have run and leaped, except when a thought came to me of Richard Dawson, and then my heart was suddenly heavy.
I entered the woods by the postern gate, and hurried along with a heart full of gratitude to the kind God who had brought good out of evil and had delivered us from our troubles.
Just at the edge of the wood some one stepped from one of the side paths full in my way.