“Perhaps not very seriously, but such deep interest as his must come from something more than just the girl’s talent. He spoke about sending her away to school.”
“He shan’t,” cried Molly, infuriated.
Morse’s rehearsal of Theodore’s suggestion was like goads in her soul.
“If she’d go,” went on the man, “nothing you or I could do would stop him. The only way––”
Molly whirled upon him abruptly. 186
“I’ll help you, Jordan, I will.... Anything, any way to keep him from her.”
They were both startled and confused when Theodore came upon them suddenly with his swinging stride, but before Morse went home, he whispered to Molly:
“I’ve thought of something—tell you to-morrow.”
That night Molly scarcely slept. The vision of a black-haired girl in the arms of Theodore King haunted her through her restless dreams, and the agony was so intense that before the dawn broke over the hill she made up her mind to help her husband, even to the point of putting Jinnie out of existence.
That morning Morse approached her with this command: