"There! take that gold, this gold; all of it!" She left her bed with a bound and heaped the gold together and turned to Sandy.
"Take it, I tell you, and go. That is best; that is right. I want you to go—go now! Go! Will you go? Will you not go when I command you to go?"
"Not when you're sick, my pretty; get well, and then I will go; go, and stay till you tell me I may come back."
"Will you not go?"
"Not while you're sick, my pretty."
"Then I will go."
She caught a shawl from the wall. Her face was aflame. She sprang to the door, through the door, and out to the fence, in a moment. Sandy's arms were about her now, and he led her back and laid her in her bed.
She lay there trembling again, and Sandy bent above her.
"Sandy, when all the world turns against me and laughs at me, what will you do?"
He did not understand; he could not answer.