She saw
herself lying in the cottage, stately and mysterious, while the
hill girls went in and out, and whispered.
"I'll kill myself," she repeated.
"Nothing will happen to me, Anna, dear."
"I don't know why I care so. I'm nothing to you."
"That's not so;"
"If you cared, you'd have come up the other night. You left me
alone in that lonesome hole. It's hell, that place. All smells
and whispering and dirt."
"Now listen to me, Anna. You're tired, or you wouldn't say that.
You know I'm fond of you. But I've got you into trouble enough.
I'm not - for God's sake don't tempt me, Anna."
She looked at him half scornfully.
"Tempt you!" Then she gave a little scream. Graham following
her eyes looked through the window near them.
"Rudolph!" she whimpered. And began to weep out of pure terror.
But Graham saw nobody. To soothe her, however, he went outside and
looked about. There were half a dozen cars, a group of chauffeurs,
but no Rudolph. He went hack to her, to find her sitting, pale and
tense, her hands clenched together.
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