The Doctor, at once nervous and agitated, was not a little worried and could make no reply, knowing that it was Jim Conner who had killed Deborah's husband.
"Poor thing," murmured Deborah. "For the love of God, look at that now,
Doctor!"
The girl had reached the corner, and had fallen or thrown herself in a crouching heap against the monument.
The widow was starting for the street, but Denny caught her arm: "No—no mother, you mustn't do that, you know how she's scared to death of you; let the Doctor go."
The physician was already on his way as fast as his old legs would take him.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE WORK OF THE ALLY
"In the little room that looked out upon the Monument and the garden,
Dan—all unknowing—slept. And over all brooded the spirit that lives in
Corinth—the Ally—that dread, mysterious thing that never sleeps."
Grace Conner is a type common to every village, town and city in the land, the saddest of all sad creatures—a good girl with a bad reputation.
Her reputation Grace owed first to her father's misdeeds, for which the girl could in no way be to blame, and second, to the all-powerful Ally, without whom the making of any reputation, good or bad, is impossible.