She heard herself exclaim:
"Edward's dying--because of you. He's dying. He's worth more than
either of us. . . ."
The girl looked past her at the panels of the half-closed door.
"My poor father," she said, "my poor father." "You must stay
here," Leonora answered fiercely. "You must stay here. I tell you
you must stay here."
"I am going to Glasgow," Nancy answered. "I shall go to Glasgow
tomorrow morning. My mother is in Glasgow."
It appears that it was in Glasgow that Mrs Rufford pursued her
disorderly life. She had selected that city, not because it was more
profitable but because it was the natal home of her husband to
whom she desired to cause as much pain as possible.
"You must stay here," Leonora began, "to save Edward. He's dying
for love of you."
The girl turned her calm eyes upon Leonora. "I know it," she said.
"And I am dying for love of him."
Leonora uttered an "Ah," that, in spite of herself, was an "Ah" of
horror and of grief.
"That is why," the girl continued, "I am going to Glasgow--to take
my mother away from there." She added, "To the ends of the
earth," for, if the last months had made her nature that of a
woman, her phrases were still romantically those of a schoolgirl.
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