I involuntarily drew nearer to him, drawn by that powerful magnetism, which every human heart feels more or less.
The great brazen tongue of the town clock rang discordantly on the sweet stillness of the morning hour.

The master rose and motioned me to follow him.
"Richard Clyde is forgiven.

Tell him so.

Let the past be forgotten, or remembered only to make us wiser and better." We entered the academy together, to the astonishment of the pupils, who were gathered in little clusters, probably discussing the events of yesterday.
Richard Clyde was not there, but he came the next day, and the scene in which we were both such conspicuous actors was soon forgotten.

It had, however, an abiding influence on me.