"Oh, she won't be like I air been to ye--like--like--"
Frederick heard the anguish in the agonized, girlish voice.
"Not like--not like I air been to ye, darlin'. Oh, God, not that!" she cried again.
She waited in panting suspense for a fierce denial. Then she struggled frantically in his embrace. All that was alive within her--all the super-vitalized part of her soul--seemed scorched by the picture his significant silence had painted.
"Let me go!" she demanded.
Frederick tightened his arms about her.
"Not yet, not yet! Stay here, rest here, my sweet."
But again seeing that image of the small woman in her place, Tess struggled and freed herself.
"I air goin' to Daddy now," she whispered. "An' you can go home too, please."
But he caught her again to his breast.
"You belong to me!" he cried intensely. "I won't go!--I'm going to stay, Tessibel! I will--I will stay!"
Tess wrenched herself free.
"Ye c'n come again," she promised. "Some other time afore--"
Frederick caught her broken sentence and finished it.
"Yes, yes, Tessibel," he exclaimed. "I'll come back soon, very soon!"
"Sure, soon," quivered Tess, swaying, "go on, please!"
She flung up her hands, crying low in suppressed agony, as Frederick whirled from her and walked rapidly away. He had not taken ten steps before he was moved to go back, to take her again in his arms, but thinking over all that had happened, of how hard it had been to flounder through his explanation, he shut his teeth and went on.
With super-hearing, Tess listened until the sound of his footsteps died in the lane.
He had gone--Frederick--her husband! Gone to another woman! No, that couldn't be! He was hers always and forever. She sank down on the rocks--on the dear, ragged rocks, where she had watched for him and prayed for him, where life had been at its highest and best.
She tried to recall all he had said. Oh, yes, he was coming back. What did he mean by coming back? When? She dully wondered if it would be tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. Three days, perhaps, three long, interminable days to think of him and to long for him. Could she live three days? She sprang to her feet. She must see him again--now--this minute; hear him unsay that awful thing. Why, he couldn't belong to Madelene Waldstricker! Like a deer, Tess sped along the rocks in the direction of the lane. A night bird brushed a slender wing against her curls as he shot by her. To him she paid no heed save to swerve a little.