Now
she stood up, and taking her mother's plaid shawl, wrapped it round
her head and shoulders.
"I'm going out," she said; "see to the boys, Mrs. O'Flaherty. I'll be
back, maybe, by-and-bye. Maybe I won't."
"I thought you'd take things in the right spirit, dear," responded
Mother Bunch, who showed no particular curiosity to learn Bet's present
purpose.
Having delivered her soul, she felt no further anxiety with regard to
the matter. Bet was a strong lass, who, when apprised of her danger,
could fight her own battles. With the remark that "she would see to
the little varmints," and not expect Bet back until she chose to come,
she rolled herself downstairs; and Bet followed her quickly, and soon
reached the street.
She walked fast; her heart was beating, and her head was in a whirl.
All her latent fear and distrust of her father had risen in full force.
As to Dent-for, of course, the sailor was Dent-she regarded him with
a kind of sick horror. Could she outwit these two who were plotting
against her and her lover?-was there time?
She made straight for the place where she thought it most likely she
should find Will.
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