He looked secretive and suspicious , almost sinister . A sullen look crept into his big black eyes and he drew his bow across the violin strings with a discordant screech , as if to terminate the conversation . Plainly nothing was to be found out from him about Kilmeny and her grim guardians . CHAPTER X . A TROUBLING OF THE WATERS One evening in late June Mrs. Williamson was sitting by her kitchen window . Her knitting lay unheeded in her lap , and Timothy , though he nestled ingratiatingly against her foot as he lay on the rug and purred his loudest , was unregarded . She rested her face on her hand and looked out of the window , across the distant harbour , with troubled eyes . `` I guess I must speak , '' she thought wistfully . `` I hate to do it . I always did hate meddling . My mother always used to say that ninety-nine times out of a hundred the last state of a meddler and them she meddled with was worse than the first . But I guess it 's my duty . I was Margaret 's friend , and it is my duty to protect her child any way I can . If the Master does go back across there to meet her I must tell him what I think about it . '' Overhead in his room , Eric was walking about whistling . Presently he came downstairs , thinking of the orchard , and the girl who would be waiting for him there . As he crossed the little front entry he heard Mrs. Williamson 's voice calling to him . `` Mr. Marshall , will you please come here a moment ? '' He went out to the kitchen . Mrs. Williamson looked at him deprecatingly .
There was a flush XXXXX her faded cheek and her voice trembled .
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