"I never do think before I get into
trouble. I don't say, forgive me this time; but I _will_ hold my
tongue for the future."
By this time our evening meal was ready. As I led Eunane to her place,
Eveena looked up with some little surprise. It was rarely that,
especially on returning from absence, I had sought any other company
than hers. But there was no tinge of jealousy or doubt in her look. On
the contrary, as, with her entire comprehension of every expression of
my face, and her quickness to read the looks of others, she saw in
both countenances that we were on better terms than ever before, her
own brightened at the thought. As I placed myself beside her, she
stole her hand unobserved into mine, and pressed it as she whispered--
"You have found her out at last. She is half a child as yet; but she
has a heart--and perhaps the only one among them."
"The four," as I called them, looked up as we approached with eager
malice:--bitterly disappointed, when they saw that Eunane had won
something more than pardon. Whatever penance they had dreaded, their
own escape ill compensated the loss of their expected pleasure in the
pain and humiliation of a finer nature.
Pages:
576
577
578
579
580
581
582
583
584
585
586
587
588
589
590
591
592
593
594
595
596
597
598
599
600