“God preserved him,” said Judith.
“Why does not God preserve us! Why did God let that beast——”
“Hush, Jamie!”
“I will not—that wretch—beat me? Why did He not send lightning and strike him dead?”
“I cannot tell you, darling. We must wait and trust.”
“I am tired of waiting and trusting. If I had a gun I would not shoot birds, I would go behind a hedge and shoot Captain Coppinger. There would be nothing wrong in that, Ju?”
“Yes there would. It would be a sin.”
“Not after he did that to Oliver.”
“I would never—never love you, if you did that.”
“You would always love me whatever I did,” said Jamie. He spoke the truth, Judith knew it. Her eyes filled, she drew the boy to her passionately and kissed his golden head.