She was stirred and tumultuous, the chords of her being swept by a mighty wind.
"He thinks he has," she panted. "That's one why I'm gooin into service—to get away."
"You could never leave the child!" cried Ernie.
"It's just her I'm thinking of."
He came closer.
"I claim her!" he cried passionately. "I've a right to her—and to her mother too."
She smiled at him wistfully.
"Ah, you think you're strong!"
"Aye, I'm strong enough when I like. Trouble with me is I don't often like."
She shook her head; but he felt the resistance dying out of her.