As their eyes met , the man started and his bland face flushed crimson ; he lifted his hat and bowed confusedly . But the Old Lady looked through him as if he was n't there , and passed on with not a sign of recognition about her . He took one step after her , then stopped and turned away , with a rather disagreeable smile and a shrug of his shoulders . Nobody would have guessed , as the Old Lady swept out , how her heart was seething with abhorrence and scorn . She would not have had the courage to come to town , even for Sylvia 's sake , if she had thought she would meet Andrew Cameron . The mere sight of him opened up anew a sealed fountain of bitterness in her soul ; but the thought of Sylvia somehow stemmed the torrent , and presently the Old Lady was smiling rather triumphantly , thinking rightly that she had come off best in that unwelcome encounter . SHE , at any rate , had not faltered and coloured , and lost her presence of mind . `` It is little wonder HE did , '' thought the Old Lady vindictively . It pleased her that Andrew Cameron should lose , before her , the front of adamant he presented to the world . He was her cousin and the only living creature Old Lady Lloyd hated , and she hated and despised him with all the intensity of her intense nature . She and hers had sustained grievous wrong at his hands , and the Old Lady was convinced that she would rather die than take any notice of his existence . Presently , she resolutely put Andrew Cameron out of her mind . It was desecration to think of him and Sylvia together . When she laid her weary head on her pillow that night she was so happy that even the thought of the vacant shelf in the room below , where the grape jug had always been , gave her only a momentary pang . `` It 's sweet to sacrifice for one we love -- it 's sweet to have someone to sacrifice for , '' thought the Old Lady . Desire grows by what it feeds on . The Old Lady thought she was content ; but Friday evening came and found her in a perfect fever to see Sylvia in her party dress . It was not enough to fancy her in it ; nothing would do the Old Lady but seeing her . `` And I SHALL see her , '' said the Old Lady resolutely , looking out from her window at Sylvia 's light gleaming through the firs . She wrapped herself in a dark shawl and crept out , slipping down to the hollow and up the wood lane .
It was a misty , moonlight night , and a wind , fragrant with the aroma of clover fields , blew down the lane to XXXXX her .
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