“Because I tell you to,” snapped Molly.
Then taking another letter from her bag, she held it out.
“You’re to copy this and give it to Mr. Morse to-morrow.”
Jinnie took the letter and read it slowly. She struggled to her feet.
“I’ll not write it,” she said hoarsely.
“I think you will,” said Morse, rising.
Jinnie stared at him until he reached the closed door behind which Bobbie slept.
“Don’t! Don’t!” she shuddered. “I’ll write, I’ll do anything if you won’t hurt Bobbie.” Raising her eyes to Morse, she said in subdued tones, “I’ll try to give it to you to-morrow.”
Never had her heart ached as it did then. The perils she was passing through and had passed through were naught to the present misery. She realized then her hope had been in Theodore’s rescuing her.
A certain new dignity, however, grew upon her at that moment. She stood up, looking very tall, very slight, to the man and woman watching her.