Jinnie drew away, almost hypnotized.
“I can’t be a—a good woman unless I have Theodore,” Molly moaned. “You’re very young––”
Her eyes sought the girl’s, who was struggling to her feet.
“For Bobbie’s sake, Jinnie, for—for––”
Jinnie brought to mind the blind boy, his winsome ways, his desire for his beautiful mother, her own love for Theodore, and turning away, said with a groan:
“I want Theodore to be happy, and I want you to be happy, too, for—for Bobbie’s sake. I—I promise not to see him, but I’ll always believe he loves me—that—that––”
“You’re a good girl,” interrupted Molly with a sigh of relief. 339
Jinnie went to the door.
“Go now,” she said, with proudly lifted head, “and I hope I’ll never see you again as long as I live.”
Then Molly went away, and for a long time the girl stood, with her back to the door, weeping out the sorrow of a torn young soul. She had promised to give up Theodore completely. She had lost her love, her friend, her sweetheart. Once more she had surrendered to Bobbie Grandoken the best she had to give.