All along I had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise,--I had been looking out daily for the "Coming Man," whose information respecting my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever: now there he was. He stood at Miss Temple's side; he was speaking low in her ear: I did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy; and I watched her eye with painful anxiety, expecting every moment to see its dark orb turn on me a glance of repugnance and contempt.
Ero convinta che avrebbe rivelato le mie colpe ed esaminavo con dolorosa ansietà gli occhi della direttrice, aspettandovi di leggervi uno sguardo di avversione e di asprezza al mio indirizzo.