"
"It's a bargain, then. Good night, Miss Singleton."
Maggie tossed the jacket on Polly's bed, touched her hand lightly with
one of her own and left the room. She went quickly back to her own
pretty sitting-room, locked her door, threw herself on her knees by
her bureau and sobbed long and passionately.
During the few days which now remained before the end of the term no
one quite knew what was wrong with Miss Oliphant. She worked hard in
preparation for her lectures and when seen in public was always very
merry. But there was a certain hardness about her mirth which her best
friends detected and which caused Nancy Banister a good deal of
puzzled pain.
Priscilla was treated very kindly by Maggie; she still helped her
willingly with her Greek and even invited her into her room once or
twice. But all the little half-beginnings of confidence which, now and
then, used to burst from Maggie's lips, the allusions to old times,
the sentences which revealed deep thoughts and high aspirations, all
these, which made the essence of true friendship, vanished out of her
conversation.
Priscilla said to herself over and over that there was really no
difference-- that Miss Oliphant was still as kind to her, as valued a
friend as ever-- but in her heart she knew that this was not the case.
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