There all went on as usual for some time.

The Bible-class was called up, heard, and dismissed; and Annie was beginning to hope that the whole affair was somehow or other wrapt up and laid by.

She had heard nothing of Alec's fate after she had left him imprisoned, and except a certain stoniness in his look, which a single glance discovered, his face gave no sign.
She dared not lift her eyes from the spelling-book before her, to look in the direction of the master.

No murderer could have felt more keenly as if all the universe were one eye, and that eye fixed on him, than Annie.
Suddenly the awful voice resounded through the school, and the words it uttered--though even after she heard them it seemed too terrible to be true--were, "Ann Anderson, come up." For a moment she lost consciousness--or at least memory.

When she recovered herself, she found herself standing before the master.