A church clock struck ten as they left the building, the country girl, as innocent as an angel, and the woman who admitted that her life was clouded and blackened.
“Where shall we go?” asked Marion as they reached the curb. The lights of the big city were already bewildering her.
A cab rattled up to the entrance as she spoke and a man sprang out and started into the building.
Miss Gray caught Marion by the arm and pulled her into the shadow.
“That is Emile Vorse—your pseudo uncle’s boon companion,” she whispered savagely.
“It is the man who watched me at the depot,” answered Marion, as she gave him a sharp glance. “Oh, I never knew before that such creatures existed!”
“Come,” said her companion, as she hurried down the street. “I must get as far away as possible now that Emile has come. He will arouse his friend, and that means that my hours are numbered.”
“What injury could they do you?” whispered Marion as they hurried along.
“They could tell the truth about me and make me lose my soul!” was the woman’s strange answer. “One more goad from that villain and I shall commit murder!”
Marion shuddered violently, but there was nothing to be said. Her companion had hailed a cab and was helping her into it.