To-morrow your father will be before the magistrates.' Emily moved to the door.

The sound of the words had blanched her lips.
She felt that, if she would keep hold upon her bodily strength, she must breathe the outer air.
'Look here, I say,' he exclaimed, stepping to the table.

'Take the money.

I've nothing to do with that.' She made a motion with her hand, but hastened still and escaped.

Once in the garden she all but ran, thinking she heard his footsteps in pursuit, and smitten with that sudden terror which comes sometimes when a danger is escaped.