''
``I supposed so,'' said she. ``I'm not sure I'd take it
if I could get it. Still, I suppose I would.'' She
laughed. ``What's the use of being a hypocrite with
oneself? I know I would. All I could get.''
``Then you had no LEGAL excuse for leaving?''
``No,'' said she. ``I--just bolted. I don't know
what's to become of me. I seem not to care, at present,
but no doubt I shall as soon as we see land again.''
``You'll go back to him,'' said Stanley.
``No,'' replied she, without emphasis or any accent
whatever.
``Sure you will,'' rejoined he. ``It's your living.
What else can you do?''
``That's what I must find out. Surely there's
something else for a woman besides such a married life as
mine. I can't and won't go back to my husband. And
I can't and won't go to the house at Hanging Rock.
Those two things are settled.''
``You mean that?''
``Absolutely. And I've got--less than three hundred
and fifty dollars in the whole world.''
Baird was silent. He was roused from his abstraction
by gradual consciousness of an ironical smile on
the face of the girl, for she did not look like a married
woman.
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