"Where? Where did they go, David?" she cried, her voice low with
alarm.
"To the side-show, I think," prevaricated he.
He saw the look of relief struggling into her face.
"She--she always cries when she goes out with them together," she
murmured piteously. "Oh, David, I'm so worried. I don't know why--I
don't know what it is that causes me to feel this way. But I am
frightened--always frightened."
He took her little hand between his own; it was trembling perceptibly.
Very gently he sought to reassure her, his heart so full that his
voice was husky with the emotion that crowded up from it.
"Nothing ever can happen to your mother, Christine--nothing. Please
don't worry, little girl. Colonel Grand can't--won't do anything to
hurt her. Your father won't let that happen. He won't--"
"David, I am not so sure of that," she said slowly, looking straight
into his eyes and speaking almost in a monotone. He started. For a
moment he was speechless.
"You must not say that, Christine," he said.
"I don't know why I said it," she responded, nervously biting her
nether lip. Then she smiled, her white teeth gleaming against the
carmine.
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