She did not answer. She came and sat down, continuing to gaze at
him, with a kind of fear in her eyes.
Suddenly he stretched out his hands to her. "Lucy!" he exclaimed.
"Won't you come away from here? Won't you come, before it is too
late?"
"Where can I go?" she asked.
"Anywhere!" he said. "Go back home."
"I have no home," she answered.
"Go away from Stanley Ryder," said Montague. "He has no right to let
you throw yourself away."
"He has not let me, Allan," said Lucy. "You must not blame him--I
cannot bear it." She stopped.
"Lucy," he said, after a pause, "I saw that letter you wrote to
Oliver."
"I thought so," said she. "I asked him not to. It wasn't fair--"
"Listen," he said. "Will you tell me what that means? Will you tell
me honestly?"
"Yes, I will tell you," she said, in a low voice.
"I will help you if you are in trouble," he continued; "but I will
not help Stanley Ryder. If you are permitting him to use you--"
"Allan!" she gasped, in sudden excitement. "You don't think that he
knew I wrote?"
"Yes, I thought it," said he.
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