Coppinger looked at Judith.
“Not to-day. It is not possible. She is ill—faint. To-morrow. Neither she nor I nor the witnesses will run away. We will come to you to-morrow.”
Uncle Zachie offered to assist Judith from the church.
“No,” said Cruel, peremptorily, “she is mine now.”
She was able with assistance to walk, she seemed to recover for a moment in the air outside, but again lapsed into faintness on being placed in the chaise.
“To Pentyre Glaze,” ordered Coppinger; “our home.”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
A BREAKFAST.
“She has been over-exerted, over-excited,” said Miss Trevisa. “Leave her to recover; in a few days she will be herself again. Remember, her father died of heart complaint, and though Judith resembles her mother rather than a Trevisa, she may have inherited from my brother just that one thing she had better have let him carry to his grave with him.”
So Judith was given the little room that adjoined her aunt’s, and Miss Trevisa postponed for a week her migration to Othello Cottage.