If it were her life they intended it would not much matter. But was
it? Would they punish her that way? To her it did not suggest the
refinement of cruelty which would appeal to them. No, there were other
signs. Their purpose looked to be to ruin the Obar, and then--what
then? Rob her of the man she loved? It could be done. It would be
easy, and surely the refinement of it would appeal to natures so
ruthless.
Her sewing had dropped to the floor. Mechanically she picked it up.
Then and there she purposed to break in upon her husband's meal. But
she hesitated, and the impulse passed. Instead, she went to a drawer
in her bureau and withdrew the folded paper. She read it over and
returned to her seat. Decision was lacking. Her interpretation of the
threat had taken strong hold upon her, but she could not decide what
best to do. Her fine eyes were troubled as she gazed out into the
growing dusk. Dared she go to him? Would he listen?
But once more her thoughts were diverted. The sound of a great clatter
of hoofs reached her from the other side of the house.
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