She snatched an opera-glass, but could not
recognize the solitary form. The thought would come, however, that
it was Ackland; and if it were, what were his thoughts and what
place had she in them? Why was he watching so near the spot that
might have been their burial-place?
"At least he shall not think that I can stolidly sleep after what
has occurred," she thought, and she turned up her light, opened
her window, and sat down by it again. Whoever the unseasonable
rambler might be, he appeared to recognize the gleam from her
window, for he walked hastily down the beach and disappeared.
After a time she darkened her room again and waited in vain for
his return. "If it were he, he shuns even the slightest
recognition," she thought despairingly; and the early dawn was not
far distant when she fell into an unquiet sleep.
For the next few days Miss Van Tyne was a puzzle to all except
Mrs. Alston. She was quite unlike the girl she had formerly been,
and she made no effort to disguise the fact. In the place of her
old exuberance of life and spirits, there was lassitude and great
depression.
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