'
And without waiting a moment, leaving me only half awake, and with the
sensations of dreaming, she scampered from the room, in her bare feet, with
a petticoat about her shoulders.
She had left her candle by my bed, and her little offerings on the coverlet
by me. If I had stood an atom less in terror of goblins than I did, I
should have followed her, but I was afraid. I stood in my bare feet at my
bedside, and kissed the poor little ring and put it on my finger, where it
has remained ever since and always shall. And when I lay down, longing for
morning, the image of her pale, imploring, penitential face was before me
for hours; and I repented bitterly of my cool provoking ways, and thought
myself, I dare say justly, a thousand times more to blame than Milly.
I searched in vain for her before breakfast. At that meal, however, we met,
but in the presence of Uncle Silas, who, though silent and apathetic, was
formidable; and we, sitting at a table disproportionably large, under the
cold, strange gaze of my guardian, talked only what was inevitable, and
that in low tones; for whenever Milly for a moment raised her voice, Uncle
Silas would wince, place his thin white fingers quickly over his ear, and
look as if a pain had pierced his brain, and then shrug and smile piteously
into vacancy.
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