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Lee went neither to school nor to her meals for a week. She nursed her mother with the ardour of maternal affection and remorse. For the first two days Cecil dared not approach that door; it seemed written large with his misdoings. On the third he knocked timidly, then put his hands behind him.
Lee opened the door, threw back her head, and half closed her eyes -- to conceal the delight in them.