Annoyance was exchanged momentarily for active alarm; the angry blood welled to her face and head in one mighty throb, as a hand touched her elbow, before her persecutor had breath to accost her.
It was Orrin Wyllys' voice that said, laughingly, "Is it Atalanta, or swift Camilla scouring the plain, whom I have chased for the last ten minutes? What are you running away from?"
"The Furies!"
CHAPTER XII.
Orrin was shocked into sober sincerity by the fierce, curt utterance.
"My dear Jessie! what has happened?"
"Don't ask me!" walking on, without looking at him.
Orrin kept step with her for several moments, studying the eyes that, black and disdainful, stared straight before her, and the mouth set in a close curve of pride, before he spoke again.