"How strange that you should be so bound by traditions! And you know your lover—is not one of you."
"Oh, yes, he is. That is what makes him love me. He is called a socialist. He is not a gypsy, but he will not be bound by conventionalities."
"But suppose he knew of this crime?"
"We do not admit it is a crime to hold you for the release of Salvo. They cannot convict him of the robbery if you do not appear against him. It is a sort of justice."
It was very vague justice to Cora, and she knew perfectly well the argument would have little weight with her friends, should she ever meet them again.
But she must meet them! She must induce this girl—for she really was nothing more than a misinformed girl—she must induce her to escape!
If only she could get a letter to David!
If only Lena would take one for her!
My, how her heart beat! Helka was picking flowers, but Cora was looking out on that roadway.
An automobile dashed by.