He might be so overcome with
shame that he would cut loose and hide where you would never find
him. Remember, his pride was as great as yours."
"I'd track him to the ends of the earth. He's mine and I'll have him."
Holt stared at her for a moment in perplexity, then laughed. "You
are a liberal education, Madeleine. Just as I think I really know you
at last you break out in a new place. Masters will have an
interesting life. You must be a sort of continued-in-our-next story
for any one who has the right to love and live with you. But for any
one else who has loved you it must be death and damnation."
She stole a glance at him, wondering if he loved her. If he did he
had never made a sign, and at the moment he seemed to be appraising
her with his sharp cool blue eyes.
"I was thinking of the doctor," he said calmly. "Although, of
course, there must have been a good many in a more or less idiotic
state over the reigning toast."
"The reigning toast!... Well, I'll never be that again. But it
won't matter if--when--You are to promise me you will not write to
him!"
"Oh, yes, I promise." Holt had been rapidly formulating his own
plans. "But you'll let me give you a letter to Lacey? It's a wild
goose chase but a little advice might help."
"I should have asked you for a line to Mr.
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