"How do you know that?"
"Oh, I know only too well."
"So you ran away, did you? 'Twas a bloody cute thing to do, Margaret.
Say, your dress is wet," he went on wonderingly.
"Yes, I was in a rowboat and had to wade ashore." She looked at him with a face full of wild misery. "Oh, please go away and leave me!"
"Leave you?"
"Yes! yes!"
"I can't do that, Margaret."
"You must!"
"But you are not fit to be left alone. You're sick."
"Never mind—only leave me!"