Then a re-action took place, and, drawing herself up, she said quietly,-- "Well, what do you want--money?" "No; I can get money for myself," he said, with a laugh. "I've come back to you." She shrank from him now with a look of disgust, and shivered as she thought of the past, but recovering herself she turned upon him. "How dare you!" she cried, with a look intended to keep him at bay. Caleb laughed. "Well, you are a strange girl," he said; "hot one day, cold the next. But I don't care; say what you like, dear." Marjorie started as if she had been stung at this last word, for, more than anything which had passed, it made her feel how she had fallen. "You want to play with me and hold me off; and you are going to say you didn't mean it." With an action quick as that of some wild creature, he caught her wrist again, and looked at her mockingly, but with a flashing in his eyes which made her shiver and glance quickly round. "No," he said, with a laugh; "no one can see. But, look here," he whispered earnestly, "I've been thinking about you ever since. You don't care for them here, and their money and fine clothes. Come away along with me--it'll be free like--right away from everyone who knows you, and I'll be real good to you, dear, 'pon my soul I will." "Loose my wrist! How dare you!" cried Marjorie; and in her alarm she wondered now that she could have been so mad with one whom she thought she could sway with a look, but who was beginning to sway her. "How dare I? because you like me to hold you," he whispered. "Do you think I'm a fool? Look here; you used to love him, but you hate him now, and you love me. Well, I used to love Hayle's girl; I was mad after her, but since I've seen you I don't care a straw for her, not even if I never see her again." "Will you loose my wrist?" cried Marjorie, in a low, angry voice. "No--not till I like." "Am I to call for assistance and have you punished, sir?" "If you like," he said mockingly. "There, that will do. What's the good of all this nonsense? Don't play with me. I say you're a lady--a beautiful lady--and I never saw a woman I liked half so well. Look here; come along with me. I'll be like your dog, and do everything you ask me. I'll kill him if you tell me, and Judith Hayle, too. There, you wouldn't find one of your sort ready like that." Frantic with dread, Marjorie looked wildly round as she strove to free her wrist. "Why, what a struggling little thing you are," he whispered. "Can't you see that I like you, and wouldn't hurt you for the world? What's the good of holding off like this? No one can see you; there isn't anybody within a couple of miles of where we are, and you promised me another kiss." "Let me go," cried Marjorie hoarsely. "I did not mean it. I was half wild when I said that to you. Look here; take my watch and my rings, and I have some money here. I did not mean all that. Let go or I will call for help."