And now when she must, after this terrible night, be physically beyond
all her resources she seemed, in her shabby ill-made dress, her hair
disordered, her face pale, her eyes ringed with grey, to have a new
courage that must be similar to that which he had himself been given.
She kept her hand in Dunbar's, and with a strange dim unexpected pain
Harkness realised that new relation between the two of which he had made
the foundation had grown through danger and anxiety the one for another
already to a fine height. Then he was conscious that Hesther was
speaking. She had come forward quite close to Crispin and stood in front
of him looking him calmly and clearly in the eyes.
"Please let me say something. After all I am the principal person in
this. If it hadn't been for me there would not have been any of this
trouble. I married your son. I married him, not because I loved him, but
because I wanted things that I thought that you could give me. I see now
how wrong that was and that I must pay for doing such a thing. I am
ready to do right by your son. I never would have tried to run away if
it had not been for you--the other night. After that I was right to do
everything I could to get away. I begged your son first--and he refused.
You have had me watched during the last three weeks--every step that I
have taken. What could I do but try to escape?
"We've failed, and because we've failed and because it has been all my
fault I want you to punish me in any way you like but to let my two
friends go. I was not wrong to try to escape." She threw up her head
proudly, "I was right after the way you had behaved to me, but now it is
different. I have brought them into this. They have done nothing wrong.
You must let them go."
"You must let all of us go." Dunbar broke in hotly, starting forward to
Hesther's side. "Do you think we're afraid of you, you old play-acting
red-haired monkey? You just let us free or it will be the worse for you.
Do you know where you'll be this time to-morrow? Beating your fancy
coloured hair against a padded cell, and that's where you should have
been years ago."
"No, no," Hesther broke in. "No, no, David. That's not the way. You
don't understand. Don't listen to him. I'm the only one in this, I tell
you--can't you hear me?--that I will stay. I won't try to run away, you
can do anything to me you like. I'll obey you--I will indeed. Please,
please-- Don't listen to him. He doesn't understand. But I do. Let them
go. They've done no harm. They only wanted to help me. They didn't mean
anything against you. They didn't truly. Oh! let them go! Let them go!"
In spite of her struggle for self-control her terror was rising, her
terror never for herself but now only for them. She knew, more than
they, of what he was. She saw perhaps in his face more than they would
ever see.
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