les--I don't care who 'tis--you've been at my servants to get
at my secrets. Some of you have. You've declared war. You've been trying
to undermine me. That's a breach, I call it. Anyhow, I've come for my
wife. I'll have her."
"None of us, none of us; no one has been to your house," said Rhoda,
vehemently. "You live in Hampshire, sir, I think; I don't know any more.
I don't know where. I have not asked my sister. Oh! spare us, and go."
"No one has been down into your part of the country," said Robert, with
perfect mildness.
To which Sedgett answered bluffly, "There ye lie, Bob Eccles;" and he
was immediately felled by a tremendous blow. Robert strode over him,
and taking Dahlia by the elbow, walked three paces on, as to set her in
motion. "Off!" he cried to Rhoda, whose eyelids cowered under the blaze
of his face.
It was best that her sister should be away, and she turned and walked
swiftly, hurrying Dahlia, and touching her. "Oh! don't touch my arm,"
Dahlia said, quailing in the fall of her breath. They footed together,
speechless; taking the woman's quickest gliding step. At the last stile
of the fields, Rhoda saw that they were not followed. She stopped,
panting: her heart and eyes were so full of that flaming creature who
was her lover. Dahlia took from her bosom the letter she had won in the
morning, and held it open in both hands to read it. The pause was short.
Dahlia struck the letter into her bosom again, and her starved features
had some of the bloom of life. She kept her right hand in her pocket,
and Rhoda presently asked,--
"What have you there?"
"You are my enemy, dear, in some things," Dahlia replied, a muscular
shiver passing over her.
"I think," said Rhoda, "I could get a little money to send you away.
Will you go? I am full of grief for what I have done. God forgive me."
"Pray, don't speak so; don't let us talk," said Dahlia.
Scorched as she felt both in soul and body, a touch or a word was a
wound to her. Yet she was the first to resume: "I think I shall be
saved. I can't quite feel I am lost. I have not been so wicked as that."
Rhoda gave a loving answer, and again Dahlia shrank from the miserable
comfort of words.
As they came upon the green fronting the iron gateway, Rhoda perceived
that the board proclaiming the sale of Queen Anne's Farm had been
removed, and now she understood her father's readiness to go up to
Wrexby Hall. "He would sell me to save the farm." She reproache
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