"
"But now you do realize," the young man said quietly. "The thing
is done. If we made a mistake, it is for us to bring happiness
out of that error."
"Oh, can't you see?" came the stricken lament. "I'm a
jail-bird!"
"But you love me--you do love me, I know!" The young man spoke
with joyous certainty, for some inflection of her voice had told
the truth to his heart. Nothing else mattered. "But now, to come
back to this hole we're in here. Don't you understand, at last,
that you can't beat the law? If you're caught here to-night,
where would you get off--caught here with a gang of burglars?
Tell me, dear, why did you do it? Why didn't you protect
yourself? Why didn't you go to Chicago as you planned?"
"What?" There was a new quality in Mary's voice. A sudden throb
of shock masked in the surface indifference of intonation.
Dick repeated his question, unobservant of its first effect.
"Why didn't you go to Chicago as you had planned?"
"Planned? With whom?" The interrogation came with an abrupt
force that cried of new suspicions.
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