Suddenly he crushed her in his arms, and for a moment she was helpless. Then he released her.
“Your bag is here—yes, in the back of the car.”
“My bag?”
“Yes, I took Marie to the Cote this afternoon and she packed it for you—things necessary until you can shop again.”
“Marie did that?”
“Oh, I told her to. I told her you wished it. Oh, yes, I lied, but I would do worse than that for you, yes, I would kill for you. Now be reasonable, Eveley, and come with us nicely. You shall have all the time you wish. I know you will love me.”
“Love you. Love you after this! I hate you, I despise you. Do not say you love me.”
“Eveley, be quiet, this will do no possible good.”
“Then it was you they were looking for, in the car? You are a common criminal.”
“Not a criminal, no,” he cried furiously. “Yes, they wanted me, of course. You should have known there was a reason why a man like myself should live as I have done here. But we are not criminals—we are advance agents of freedom.”