" Suddenly a
wave of red mounted to her cheek; an expression of utter loathing came
into her deep eyes. In some alarm he glanced over his shoulder.
Colonel Grand was standing at the door through which she would have to
pass. He was not looking at her, but his motive in placing himself
there was only too plain.
"Confound him!" involuntarily fell from David's lips.
"If he dares to address me--" she began, her face going white. "David,
I have not seen that man since the day I left the show. Why is he here
to-day? Is it to annoy--to torment me in--"
"He won't do that," announced David firmly.
"I have a strange foreboding, David,--of evil, of something dreadful.
Perhaps it is due to the unexpected sight of--his horrid face. I--"
"That's it," said he promptly. Nevertheless, a slight chill entered
his heart. There was Tom Braddock to be considered. "I'll come early
to-night, if I may," he said, more soberly than he meant. "There are
some very important things to discuss. Now I'll take you to your
carriage."
During their talk she had absently folded the telegram. He observed it
in her hand and said:
"The telegram--don't forget that, Mrs.
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