"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.