"I am not mistaken-- I am right."
"Well, at least allow me to explain my side of the question."
"No, it cannot be; there shall be no explanations, I am resolved. Good
night, you must not come any further."
She held out her hand. Hammond took it limply between his own.
"You are very cruel," he murmured in the lowest of voices.
He raised his hat, forgot even to bow to Priscilla, and hurried off
down a side street.
Maggie walked on a little way. Then she turned and looked down the
street where he had vanished. Suddenly she raised her hand to her
lips, kissed it and blew the kiss after the figure which had already
disappeared. She laughed excitedly when she did this, and her whole
face was glowing with a beautiful color.
Prissie, standing miserable and forgotten by the tall, handsome girl's
side, could see the light in her eyes and the glow on her cheeks in
the lamplight.
"I am here," said Priscilla at last in a low, half-frightened voice.
"I am sorry I am here, but I am. I heard what you said to Mr. Hammond.
I am sorry I heard."
Maggie turned slowly and looked at her. Prissie returned her gaze.
Then, as if further words were wrung from her against her will, she
continued:
"I saw the tears in your eyes in the fern-house at the Marshalls'.
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