“I will say no more now. I have said too much already. Some day when you are cooler, and will not think me revengeful I will tell you to what I allude.”
“And meanwhile leave me to miserable conjectures,” she said, sinking wearily in her chair.
“You have no occasion for it. Dismiss this matter from your mind for the present. But you must give up your foolish idea of leaving my house.”
“You have driven me to it,” she said, flushing up again.
“You are blinding yourself now, Jennie, and wronging me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything!” she cried passionately. “I only know that my lover is in prison, that he is innocent, and that you have placed him there. I know no more, and can bear no more now.”
With a hasty movement she rose and left the room, her face haunting him with its pain and reproach.
CHAPTER XVIII.
WILL PREPARES FOR WORK.
We left Will and his companion on a shed overlooking a band of conspirators. The long June twilight had just passed, the sky was overcast with clouds, and it was quite dark.