“Why?” Jinnie said the one word in bewilderment.
“He doesn’t know yet what Jordan and I did to you, nor about—about—Bobbie. I don’t want him to, either, just yet. I fear if he does, he won’t care for me.” 337
Jinnie’s eyes drew down at the corners.
“Of course he wouldn’t if he knew,” she said, with tightly gripped fingers.
Molly paid no heed to this, but went on rapidly:
“Well, first, you don’t love him as I do––”
“I love him very much,” interjected Jinnie, “and he used to love me.”
The woman’s lips drew linelike over her teeth.
“But you see he doesn’t any longer,” she got out, “and if you go away––”
“Go away?” gasped Jinnie.