Never had her heart ached as it did then. The perils she was passing through and had passed through were naught to the present misery. She realized then her hope had been in Theodore's rescuing her.
A certain new dignity, however, grew upon her at that moment. She stood up, looking very tall, very slight, to the man and woman watching her.
"I wish you'd both go," she said wearily. "I'd rather be alone with Bobbie."
Molly smiled and went out with Jordan Morse.
"She gave in all right," remarked Molly, when they were riding down the hill. "I knew she would."
Morse shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course. She worships Grandoken's youngster.... I was wondering there once how you felt when you knew she was reading her own letter."
Molly's face grew dark with passionate rebellion.
"He'll write me one of my own before the year is out," said she.
"I'm not so sure!" responded Morse thoughtfully.
For a long time after the closing of the door, Jinnie sat huddled in the chair. Nothing else in all the world could have hurt her as she had been hurt that night, and it wasn't until very late that she crept in beside the blind boy, and after four or five hours, dropped asleep.