"I
must say good-bye to Struan. We will stop at his cottage on the way.
There's plenty of time."
Mrs. Benson was strongly against it, but rather showed her mind than
declared it. Mischief enough had been done through that youth--and in him,
she doubted. Better let him alone. Are you to countenance violent hands?
Raised against them in authority? Then where's authority? Where are
Principalities and Powers? Much as she contemned Ingram, she was on his
side against Struan any day. On the other hand, Sanchia was, in a manner,
her guest, and could not be spoken to plainly about it. She could only
shake her head.
"He's better alone, Miss Percival, alone with his devil. While the fit's
on him, let 'em fight it out. And what can he be--to the likes of you?"
"He's always been a friend of mine," she said. "He's been very foolish,
very wicked; he had no business whatever to do as he did--to put me in the
wrong. I'm angry with him, and he will see that I am. But--" Mrs. Benson
knew the force of that "but." It had brought the young lady to Wanless.
Yet Mrs. Benson might have triumphed if she would. Sanchia, at the cottage
door, was met by the anxious tenant of it with whom Struan lodged.
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