“But now it has become politic so to do,” added Gray.
“Indeed?”
“Ay—indeed.”
“Then, God help me. If I must die now by your hands, may Heaven forgive you for your deep sinfulness.”
“Hear me, girl,” cried Gray. “There is yet a chance of saving you.”
“Say on. You have some proposition to make, from which you guess I will revolt, or you would not preface it with such murderous looks.”
Gray walked first to a window, which commanded a view in the direction of Lambeth. He saw as yet no traces of the magistrate and his party, and he returned to Ada.
“Attend to what I say,” he cried. “There are those coming here who, as it happened once before in our former place of abode, seek mine and your life.”
Ada started.
“Yes,” continued Gray. “By an accident little short of a miracle, I have discovered their intentions—they are now on their road here. There is not time to fly.”