For kindness due to her for kindness done.”
In Anna’s mind was tumult, in her face
Flushings of dread had momentary place:
“I must,” she judged, “these cruel lines expose,
Or fears, or worse than fears, my crime disclose.”
The letter shown, he said, with sober smile, -
“Anna, your Friend has not a friendly style:
Say, where could you with this fair lady dwell,
Who boasts of secrets that she scorns to tell?”
“At school,” she answer’d: he “At school!” replied;