But always before the end came, Donal had said something that went so to the heart of the honest girl that she could say nothing.

As if she too had been a pupil, as indeed she was, far more than either knew, she would rise when Davie rose, and go away with him.

But it was to go alone into the garden, or to her room, not seldom finding herself wishing things true which yet she counted terribly dangerous: listening to them might not she as well as Davie fail miserably of escape from the wrath to come?
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