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Marcail nodded to him by way of answer and turned even before he mounted his horse. She felt his eyes on her back for some steps, but before long her mind was back on Sydney and she didnt give Willits handsome young doctor another thought.
nine
Im so sorry, Miss Donovan. Ill never do it again, Sydney told Marcail with heartbreaking sincerity, his bottom lip quivering pitifully, his face nearly ashen. Marcail had been correcthe had shocked even himself.
Im glad to hear that, Sydney, she told him gently, because if you do, Im going to have to punish you severely. The young boy nodded, and Marcail reached to give him a hug. It was not the first time shed hugged him, but for the first time he reciprocated. His thin arms clung to her, and Marcails heart thundered with emotion.
They were the only ones in the schoolhouse, and Marcail, realizing that the children would be returning from recess very soon, knew she had to quickly say what was on her mind. Holding Sydney gently at arms length, she began.
I understand, Sydney, that people have days when they feel upset, but no matter what youre feeling, you must never deliberately hurt someone.
I understand, Miss Donovan. Again Sydneys lip quivered, and Marcail believed he meant it. They talked for a few moments more, Sydney apologizing for the third time and Marcail telling Sydney she forgave him.
As he returned to his desk, Marcail realized that something special had happened between them. Sydney was looking at her with new eyes, and as much as Marcail regretted his action, she prayed that this incident would make a difference in their future relationship. Some of the shock over being struck was still there, but Sydney was as precious to her as hed always been.
In the weeks to follow God sustained Marcail in a way she would not have dreamed possible. She was growing very close to her entire class and knew that some of the students thought the world of her. The Austin girls had even come after school one day to tell her they prayed for her every night. Marcail had been so moved she had nearly cried. She asked the girls to also pray for Sydney, and for Marcails relationship with him.
The girls had readily agreed, and Marcail felt their prayers. There were days when Sydney was a schoolteachers dream and days when he was a nightmare, but amid the ups and downs they grew closer. Marcail was swiftly learning to take each day as it came.
Sydney had not turned into a model student, but neither had he shown any signs of aggression since the day hed thrown the rock. Marcail suspected this was because he was becoming slightly infatuated with her.