To her it was
a terrible story, replete with all possibilities of parting and
disaster. The terror of it had taken hold of her, and her teeth almost
chattered as she gave emphasis to her words.
To her dismay, however, she saw that the tale itself made little
impression on Will. He was much distressed at Bet's agitation, and did
all in his power to soothe her; but he could not get himself to believe
that Granger or Dent could possibly injure either of them. He had all
an honest young fellow's sovereign contempt for these worthies, and
he even gently laughed when Bet repeated her assurance that the deep
plot they were hatching between them would succeed, and part her and
Will forever.
"I ain't afeard," said Will, stoutly. "I don't believe in there being
any plot, Bet. Mother Bunch has just had a bit of a dhrame, as she
calls it, and she didn't hear half she thinks she heard. As to Granger
and Dent, I know they don't love me, and they might do me a nasty turn,
if they knew how. But then, they don't know how, Bet, darling; and I
ain't going to hide and creep away in the darkness, not for no man.
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