Of course, thought she, that man would have made himself known and would have called on her, ostensibly to inquire after her condition, yet really to ingratiate himself.

At this reflection she shuddered again.
"Ugh!" she whispered.

"He'd have tried to take liberties, any other man would.

He'd have presumed on the accident--he'd have been--oh, everything that _that_ man was not, and could never be!" Now her thoughts wandered to the brief talk they two had had there in the old sugar-house.

Every word of it seemed graven on her memory.
Disconnected bits of what he had told her, seemed to float before her mental vision--: "I?
Oh, I'm just an out-of-work--don't ask me who I am; and I won't ask who _you_ are.