"You see!" she whispered.
"Lucy," he began, protesting.
But suddenly she caught him by the arm. "Allan," she whispered, "I
know that you have to try to stop me. But it is no use, and I must
do it! And I cannot bear to hear you--it makes it too hard for me.
My course is chosen, and nothing in the world can turn me; and I
want you to go away and leave me. I want you to go--right now! I am
not afraid of Waterman; I am not afraid of anything that he can do.
I am only afraid of you, and your unhappiness. I want you to leave
me to my fate! I want you to stop thinking about me!"
"I cannot do it, Lucy," he said.
She reached up and pulled the signal cord; and the cab came to a
halt.
"I want you to get out, Allan!" she cried wildly. "Please get out,
and go away."
He started to protest again; but she pushed him away in frenzy. "Go,
go!" she cried; and half dazed, and scarcely realising what he did,
he gave way to her and stepped out into the street.
"Drive!" she called to the man, and shut the door; and Montague
found himself standing on a driveway in the park, with the lights of
the cab disappearing around a turn.
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