There was no hour of a holiday in which Truffey could not tell precisely where the master was.

If one caught sight of Andrew, _hirpling_ down a passage, or leaning against a corner, he might be sure the master would pass within a few minutes.

And the haunting of little Truffey worked so on his conscience, that, if the better nature of him had not asserted itself in love to the child, he would have been compelled to leave the place.
For think of having a visible sin of your own, in the shape of a lame-legged boy, peeping at you round every other corner! But he did learn to love the boy; and therein appeared the divine vengeance--ah! how different from human vengeance!--that the outbreak of unrighteous wrath reacted on the wrong-doer in shame, repentance, and love..