"
She looked up at him with quick intelligence. "That's just what we'll
have to do," she said. "The Cure this morning at mass scolded the people
about the Rebellion, and said that Nic and you had brought all this
trouble upon Bonaventure; and everybody looked at our pew and snickered.
Oh, how I hate them all! Then I jumped up--"
"Well?" asked Ferrol, "and what then?"
"I told them that my brother wasn't a coward, and that you were my
husband."
"And then--then what happened?"
"Oh, then there was a great fuss in the church, and the Cure said ugly
things, and I left and came home quick. And now--"
"Well, and now?" Ferrol interrupted.
"Well, now we'll have to do something."
"You mean, to go away?" he asked, with a little shrug of his shoulder.
She nodded her head.
He was depressed: he had had a hemorrhage that morning, and the road
seemed to close in on him on all sides.
"How are we to live?" he asked, with a pitiful sort of smile.
She looked up at him steadily for a moment, without speaking. He did not
understand the look in her eyes, until she said:
"You have that five thousand dollars!"
He drew back a step from her, and met her unwavering look a little
fearfully.
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