to renew
his
visits,
and,
forgetful
of his
promise,
leave her
to mourn
her
disappointment.
What
painful
hours of
expectation
would she
pass! She
would sit
at a
window
which
looked
toward a
field he
used to
cross,
counting
the
minutes,
and
straining
her eyes
to catch
the first
glimpse of
his
person,
till
blinded
with tears
of
disappointment,
she would
lean her
head on
her hands,
and give
free vent
to her
sorrows:
