Helbeck of Bannisdale V2

Suddenly she put out her hand restlessly to pluck at the hedge beside her. She had been stung by the memory of herself–under the Squire’s window, in the dawn. She saw herself–helpless, and asleep, the tired truant come back to the feet of her master. When he found her so, what could he do but pity her?–be moved, perhaps beyond bounds, by the goodness of a generous nature?