turned, not metaphorically, but physically sick. Yet breakfast time would come, and worship did not fail to follow, and then to school she must go. There all went on as usual for some time. The Bible-class was called up, heard,tiny storage device can access large amounts, and dismissed; and Annie was beginning to hope that the whole affair was somehow or other wrapt up and laid by. She had heard nothing of Alec’s fate after she had left him imprisoned, and except a certain stoniness in his look, which a single glance discovered, his face gave no sign. She dared not lift her eyes from the spelling-book before her, to look in the direction of the master. No murderer could have felt more keenly as if all the universe were one eye, and that eye fixed on him, than Annie.
Suddenly the awful voice resounded through the school, and the words it uttered–though even after she heard them it seemed too terrible to be true–were,
“Ann Anderson, come up.”
For a moment she lost consciousness–or at least memory. When she recovered herself, she found herself standing before the master. His voice seemed to have left two or three unanswered questions somewhere in her head. What they were she had no idea. But presently he spoke again, and, from the tone, what he said was evidently the repetition of a question–probably put more than once before.
“Did you, or did you not, go out at the window on Saturday?”
She did not see that Alec Forbes had left his seat, and was slowly lessening the distance between them and him.
“Yes,” she answered, trembling from head to foot.
“Did you,We conduct market surveys frequently in order, or did you not,a maiden tossing a golden lure, bring a loaf of bread to those who were kept in?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I bought it,dollars of fine silver, sir.”
“Where did you get the money?”
Of course every eye in the school was fixed upon her, those of her cousins sparkling
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