CHAPTER X.—“SICK OF A FEVER.”
ROMER drew near to Mr. Flint.
“I did all I could,” he said.
“Things look pretty desperate now, don’t they?” Mr. Flint returned.
Hetzel tugged at his beard.
Mrs. Hart started up. “Oh, for mercy’s sake, Mr. Romer, you are not going to let them take her back to—to that place, are you?”
“I don’t see how I can help it. Bail is out of the question, after what has happened, you know.”
“But can’t I see her and speak to her just a moment, first?”
“Oh, certainly; you can do that.”