A sudden suspicion had come into his mind.
"You don't mean to say that it was you who----" But he didn't finish.

Instead, he turned on his heel and walked away.

In one glance he had read Miriam's secret.

Now he understood that look of wild appeal, baffled rage, mortification and disappointment, all jumbled together in her turbulent soul.
"Did she really want it so badly as all that ?" he thought, "or was it only her insatiable desire never to be beaten ?" In the meantime, Grace, surrounded by a circle of her school-fellows, was telling them the history of her imprisonment.

Miss Thompson and Mrs.
Harlowe had made their way across the floor to the crowd of sophomores; Mrs.Harlowe to find out whether her daughter's cheek had been seriously cut, which it had not, and the principal to ask a few questions.
"Did it look like a trick, Grace ?" she asked when she had heard the story.
"I hardly know, Miss Thompson.