“Where is the one you wrote? I don’t want this.”
A glint of understanding flashed upon him.
“Where is the other?” he demanded once more. 311
“I haven’t written it and I don’t intend to.”
For one single instant Morse’s mind swept over the sacrifices she had made. She had done every single thing he had told her, not for her sake but for others. He shuddered when he thought of the trouble he would have had with her had not the blind boy been within his power also.
“Get the paper and write it now,” he said ominously.
“I will not!”
She meant the words, a righteous indignation flaming her face, making her eyes shine no longer blue, but opal color. Morse wondered dully if she could and would stand out against what he would be forced to do.
“I see,” he began shiftily. “I have to teach you a lesson every time I come here, eh?”
“This time you won’t,” she flashed at him.