In a most forlorn condition, she at last reached home, where to
her dismay she found the door was locked and the fire gone out,
her mother not having expected her to return on such a night as
this. To rouse up Dora, and scold her unmercifully, though for
what she scarcely knew, was under the circumstances quite natural,
and while Mr. Hastings at Rose Hill was devising the best means of
removing Dora from her power, she at Locust Grove was venting the
entire weight of her pent-up wrath upon the head of the devoted
girl, who bore it uncomplainingly. Removing at last her bonnet,
she discovered the marks of the omnibus leak, and then her ire was
turned towards him as having been the cause of all her disasters.
"I'll never speak to him again, never," she exclaimed, as she
crept shivering to bed.
But a few hours' quiet slumber dissipated in a measure her wrath,
and during the next day she many times looked out to see him
coming, as she surely thought he would, laden with apologies for
his seeming neglect. But nothing appeared except the huge box
containing the piano, and in superintending the opening of that
her mind was for a time diverted.
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