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"I don't know. I--I suppose so."
"How did you get out of the house?"
"I climbed out of a window, when the nurse and the policeman were not
looking."
"Bloomin' clever, that," he murmured. His eyes were watching her
closely, and to himself he was saying: "Gad, what a beauty she is, in
spite of what she has suffered!"
"I am going away--far away!" she went on, in a low voice. "Oh, I
cannot, cannot stay here."
"You can't travel in your condition, Margaret." He pulled thoughtfully
at his mutton-chop whiskers. "You let me help you."
"You?"
"Yes. Come, give me your arm," and he caught hold of her, as if to
assist her to arise.
"No, no! Please leave me!" she begged. "I can take care of myself.
Only give me the chance to get away!"
"Margaret! You are out of your mind."
"No, I am not."
"I know better. And I am not going to let you go away. You shall go
with me."
"Oh, Mr. Styles! Please go away."
"No," he answered firmly. "Come, you have got to go with me."
CHAPTER XXIX
A GLASS OF POISON
Margaret could do nothing but stare at the man before her. He was
heavy-set and powerful, and wont to having his own way.
"Mr. Styles--" she began, but he put his hand over her mouth.
"You are sick--out of your head," he interrupted. "I know what is
best, and you must do as I say. Come on." And he pulled her forward
by the hand.
"Where to?"
"Not very far."
"I--I do not wish to go to your home."
"I'll not take you there, don't fear."
"You are going to hand me over to the--the authorities."
"Never! Come. I won't hurt you."
He led the way through the woods, across a small stream and past a spot
where some wild berries grew. Then they struck a trail leading up a
hillside. The place was new to her.
"I want to know where you are taking me," she said presently, and came
to a halt.
"To a place where you will be safe."
"That isn't answering the question."
"We'll be there in a few minutes, and then you can see for yourself,
Margaret. Cannot you trust me, girl? I'm not going to hurt you. I
love you, and I'll do all I can to help you. Come!" And again he made
her move on.
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