... What do you mean by spying after me? That's your game, is it?"
"I want to speak to her."
With averted face the young lady fled up the oak staircase, her
handkerchief to her lips. Esther made a movement as if to follow, but
William prevented her. She turned and walked down the passage and entered
the kitchen. Her face was one white tint, her short, strong arms hung
tremblingly, and William saw that it would be better to temporise.
"Now look here, Esther," he said, "you ought to be damned thankful to me
for having prevented you from making a fool of yourself."
Esther's eyelids quivered, and then her eyes dilated.
"Now, if Miss Margaret," continued William, "had--"
"Go away! go away! I am--" At that moment the steel of a large,
sharp-pointed knife lying on the table caught her eye. She snatched it up,
and seeing blood she rushed at him.
William retreated from her, and Mrs. Latch, coming suddenly in, caught her
arm. Esther threw the knife; it struck the wall, falling with a rattle on
the meat screen. Escaping from Mrs. Latch, she rushed to secure it, but
her strength gave way, and she fell back in a dead faint.
"What have you been doing to the girl?" said Mrs. Latch.
"Nothing, mother.... We had a few words, that was all. She said I should
not go out with Sarah."
"That is not true.
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