`` We must go down , or some one will suspect trouble . Plead headache to excuse your paleness , and I 'll keep people away . We will manage the affair and be off as soon as possible , '' said Helen , as Amy followed her , too bewildered to answer . Casimer was not in the room , the major and Mrs. Cumberland were sipping tea side by side , and the professors roaming vaguely about . To leave Amy in peace , Helen engaged them both in a lively chat , and her cousin sat by the window trying to collect her thoughts . Some one was pacing up and down the garden , hatless , in the dew . Amy forgot everything but the danger of such exposure to her reckless friend . His cloak and hat lay on a chair ; she caught them up and glided unperceived from the long window . `` You are so imprudent I fear for you , and bring your things , '' said a timid voice , as the little white figure approached the tall black one , striding down the path tempestuously . `` You to think of me , forgetful of yourself ! Little angel of kindness , why do you take such care of me ? '' cried Casimer , eagerly taking not only the cloak , but the hands that held it . `` I pitied you because you were ill and lonely . You do not deserve my pity , but I forgive that , and would not see you suffer , '' was the reproachful answer , as Amy turned away . But he held her fast , saying earnestly , -- `` What have I done ? You are angry . Tell me my fault and I will amend . '' `` You have deceived me . '' `` How ? '' `` Will you own the truth ? ''
and in her eagerness to set her fears at rest , Amy forgot XXXXX .
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