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Francis lay for some time, thinking Kirsty sure to come back to him, / but half wishing she would not. He rose at length to see whether she / was on the way, but no one was in sight. At once the place was aghast / with loneliness, as it must indeed have looked to anyone not at peace / with solitude. Having sent several ringing shouts, but in vain, after / Kirsty, he turned, and, in the descending light of an autumn afternoon, / set out on the rather long walk to his home, which was the wearier that / he had nothing pleasant at hand to think about.
Passing the farm where Kirsty lived, about two miles brought him to an / ancient turreted house on the top of a low hill, where his mother sat / expecting him, ready to tyrannize over him as usual, and none the less / ready that he was going to leave her within a week.