"Indeed you are. Do you think you are safe in staying here?"
"It doesn't matter, I suppose; I shall soon be taken."
"Why do you think so?"
"You will, of course, tell Tresidder where I am, and then my liberty must soon come to an end."
I hated myself for speaking so, for I saw her lips tremble, as though I had pained her.
"Is not that unkind?" she said, presently, "and do you not judge the Tresidders wrongly? Have you not provoked them to anger?"
"They have told you about me, then; they have told you that I am a thief, a vagabond, a bully?"
She did not reply, but I knew from the look on her face that I had spoken the truth.
For a second there was a silence between us, then she said, "I thank you very much, and now I must go back to Pennington."