CHAPTER XXV
As the girls passed under the trees, Miriam began to cry.
"Helen, if you hadn't come!"
"But I did."
"Yes, yes. To see you there! It was—oh! And then I fainted. What did you do to him?"
"We needn't talk about it. And don't cry." She was afraid of having to hate this daring, helpless being who clung to her; yet she could hate no one who needed her, and she said tenderly, "Don't cry. It's over now."
"Yes. I've lost my handkerchief."
"Here's mine."
"You're not angry with me, are you? How did you know I'd gone?"
"I think the house told me. Oh, here's the moor. How good to get to it out of that pit. Come quickly. Notya—"