The
girls who had witnessed her wild behavior in the morning watched her
in perplexity and astonishment. She ate her food with appetite; her
face looked serene-- all the passion and agony had left it.
Rosalind Merton ventured on a sly allusion to the scene of the
morning. Priscilla did not make the smallest comment. Her face
remained pale, her eyes untroubled. There was a new dignity about her.
"What's up now?" said Rosalind to her friend, Miss Day. "Is the little
Puritan going to defy us all?"
"Oh, don't worry any more about her," said Annie, who, for some
reason, was in a particularly bad humor. "I only wish, for my part,
Miss Peel had never come to St. Benet's; I don't like anything about
her, Her heroics are as unpleasant to me as her stoicisms. But I may
as well say frankly, Rosalind, before I drop this detestable subject,
that I am quite sure she never stole that five-pound note: she was as
little likely to do it as you, so there!"
There came a knock at the door. Rosalind flew to open it. By so doing
she hoped that Miss Day would not notice the sudden color which filled
her cheeks.
CHAPTER XXVII
BEAUTIFUL ANNABEL LEE
CIRCUMSTANCES seem to combine to spoil some people. Maggie Oliphant
was one of the victims of fortune, which, while appearing to favor
her, gave her in reality the worst training which was possible for a
nature such as hers.
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