Miss Keeldar's countenance changed at this view. It was the after-taste of the battle, death and pain replacing excitement and exertion. It was the blackness the bright fire leaves when its blaze is sunk, its warmth failed, and its glow faded.
"This is what I wished to prevent," she said, in a voice whose cadence betrayed the altered impulse of her heart.
"But you could not prevent it; you did your best--it was in vain," said Caroline comfortingly. "Don't grieve, Shirley."
"I am sorry for those poor fellows," was the answer, while the spark in her glance dissolved to dew. "Are any within the mill hurt, I wonder? Is that your uncle?"
"It is, and there is Mr. Malone; and, O Shirley, there is Robert!"

Miss Keeldar's face changed.
"This is what I wished to prevent," she said, in a low voice.
"But you could not prevent it; you did your best," said Caroline. "Don't grieve, Shirley."
"I am sorry for those poor fellows," was the answer. "Are any within the mill hurt, I wonder? Is that your uncle?"
"It is, and there is Mr. Malone; and, O Shirley, there is Robert!"
