Yes, I fully believe we
shall make a discovery on Friday night."
"You don't suppose I would go to act the spy?"
"No, no, nothing of the sort; only come-- only come!"
Maggie opened her book and glanced at some of its contents before
replying.
"Only come," repeated Annie in an imploring voice.
"I said I would come," answered Maggie. "Must I reiterate my
assurance? Tell Miss Elliot-Smith to expect me."
Maggie read for a little in the library; then, feeling tired, she rose
from her seat and crossed the large room, intending to go up at once
to her own chamber. In the hall, however, she was attracted by seeing
Miss Heath's door slightly open. Her heart was full of compunction for
having, even for a moment, suspected Priscilla of theft. She thought
she would go and speak to Miss Heath about her.
She knocked at the vice-principal's door.
"Come in," answered the kind voice, and Maggie found herself a moment
later seated by the fire: the door of Miss Heath's room shut, and Miss
Heath herself standing over her, using words of commiseration.
"My dear," she said, "you look very ill."
Maggie raised her eyes. Miss Heath had seen many moods on that
charming face; now the expression in the wide-open, brown eyes caused
her own to fill with sudden tears.
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