“I’ll go,” said Crisp, shivering.
“But you promised to take me to Rene,” said Meg, turning to Scott.
“To-morrow you may go and speak to her,” he said. “She lies out there in the cemetery.”
“Dead?” shrieked Meg. “Dead?”
“Yes, dead,” said Scott, “and she told me ere she died, how she had sinned against me, and of your son’s attempt to take my life.”
“Dead!” Meg repeated. “Oh, I wanted to see her just once more, for the gypsy’s curse is here yet.”
“Stay your curses, Meg; they cannot harm her now,” said Zula.
“No, they can’t harm her, but I’ll have revenge on John—yes, and on you.”
“Take your son and leave the house, Meg,” Scott said. “The coachman will drive you to your home.”
“Yes. I’ll go, but I’ll leave my curses behind me,” said Meg, as she followed Crisp out of the door.