“Come, we should not quarrel, sweetheart,” he said. “When you are aboard the Anny——”
“I pray God I shall be dead before,” the girl interrupted angrily, her tears overflowing and rolling down her cheeks.
Dick caught her hand again and looked at her fiercely.
“I have played enough, lass,” he said. “You must come off secretly with me or——”
Anny laughed.
“Must?” she said. “Must, indeed! And whyfore? I tell you, sir, I hate you, and if you pursue me more I’ll have the landlord at you.”
“The landlord!” Dick sneered.
Anny was desperate.
“Or Hal Grame,” she said.
Dick threw back his head and laughed aloud.