“Thee bee’st trembling, Nelly.”
“I feel timmersome loike, and something whispers in my ear that you ought not to go home to-night. If ye do it will go hard wi’ both on us.”
He tried to laugh away her fears, but she would not be so deceived.
A horrible foreboding had seized her, and she endeavoured to turn his horse’s head in an opposite direction to the one he had been taking.
“Well, you are in a strange mood to-night; something’s upset you.”
She shook her head.
Young Jamblin’s face grew cloudy and dark. He did not very well know what to make of her.
Presently he said—
“I’ve done ye wrong, lass—I’m free to confess that, but ye shan’t suffer for it. We’ll settle matters all right enough, and if there be no other course left, no one can say anythin’ agen ye when thee beest my wife.”
The girl uttered a cry which seemed to come from the depths of her heart.