"I think you have told me enough," she said.
A flock of sheep came pattering along the road that skirted the hill-top, not far away. A bare-footed boy shouted in the dust behind them.
"Not much more remains to be told. He said I would regret not having taken the check."
"Did he threaten you?"
"Well, he said that I would have to leave town."
"He is afraid of you, and he knows it."
"If he is, he ought to know it," Lyman drolly replied. "If he doesn't know it, somebody ought to tell him. But I won't go away and leave you unprotected."
She looked at him gratefully. "How strange it sounds, and yet how true it is that you are my only real protector. My father cannot understand why I don't place Mr. Sawyer's money-getting ability above everything else. He thinks Mr. Sawyer will become one of the greatest men in the country. And I admit that at times this, together with father's entreaty, has had a strong influence over me. But I don't think," she added, shaking her head, "that I could ever have married that man. No," she said energetically, as she pointed across the stream, "that rock, first."
"You wouldn't do that," Lyman replied.
"Wouldn't I? Don't we read every day of women who kill themselves?"