The next instant, the gray
wolf broke from him, and bounded howling up the cliff. Recovering
himself as he best might, the youth followed, for it was the only
way to the moor above, across which he must now make his way to find
his companions.
'All at once he heard the sound of a crunching of bones--not as if a
creature was eating them, but as if they were ground by the teeth of
rage and disappointment: looking up, he saw close above him the
mouth of the little cavern in which he had taken refuge the day
before. Summoning all his resolution, he passed it slowly and
softly. From within came the sounds of a mingled moaning and
growling.
'Having reached the top, he ran at full speed for some distance
across the moor before venturing to look behind him. When at length
he did so he saw, against the sky, the girl standing on the edge of
the cliff, wringing her hands. One solitary wail crossed the space
between. She made no attempt to follow him, and he reached the
opposite shore in safety.'
Mysie tried to laugh, but succeeded badly. Robert took his violin,
and its tones had soon swept all the fear from her face, leaving in
its stead a trouble that has no name--the trouble of wanting one
knows not what--or how to seek it.
It was now time to go home. Mysie gave each an equally warm
good-night and thanks, Mr. Lindsay accompanied them to the door, and
the students stepped into the moonlight. Across the links the sound
of the sea came with a swell.
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