"He put his arm around me, and attempted to kiss me," said she, desperately. "Now you know the worst."
I did not think it was so bad as it might be, after she had encouraged him by listening to his proposals.
"He is a bad man. I begin to be of my father's opinion in regard to him."
"Mr. Whippleton is another bad man," I added.
"Mr. Whippleton! What, my father's partner?"
At the risk of letting the beef be burned, I told her briefly the history of the man, and that he was even then running from the officer, while I was in pursuit of him.
"Dear me! What will become of me!" she exclaimed.
"Don't be afraid of anything. I will protect you."
"But you don't know the worst!"
"Do you?"