“How long will it be before they find out where we are? Not long. Hah!”
Thisbe King passed her hands up and down her bare brawny arms, and her face tightened for the encounter which she felt must come before long.
Volume Four—Chapter Eighteen.
The Blow Falls.
It was close upon evening before the trouble Thisbe expected came. Tom Porter had been again, tapped at the door, and when Thisbe went to the window he had contorted his face in the most horrible manner, closing his left eye, and then walked off without a word.
Thisbe watched till he was out of sight, and then returned to her chair.
“He’s to be trusted,” she said to herself. “It’s a pity he wants to marry me. We’re much better as we are; and who knows but what he might turn wild? There’s only one thing in his favour, he ain’t a handsome man.”
Now Tom Porter at fifty looked to be about the last person in the world to turn wild, but Thisbe’s experiences had done much to harden her virgin heart.