It appeared afterwards that the knee-cap was greatly injured.

Moaning with pain, he was sent home on the back of a big parish scholar.
At all this Anne stared from her pillory with horror.

The feeling that God was angry with her grew upon her; and Murdoch Malison became for a time inseparably associated with her idea of God, frightfully bewildering all her aspirations.
The master still looked uneasy, threw the _tag_ into his desk, and beat no one more that day.

Indeed, only half an hour of school-time was left.

As soon as that was over, he set off at a swinging pace for the old grandfather's cottage.
What passed there was never known.