Mona would have told Piet.

She tried to picture the man's untrammelled wrath when he heard.

How furious he would be! She shivered a little.

She was quite sure he would never want to see her again.
And yet, curiously, there still ran in her brain those words he had uttered on that night that she had defied him--that dreadful night when he had held her in his arms and forced her to endure his hateful kisses! She could almost hear his deep voice speaking: "Anne, fight against me and you will be miserable, for I am bound to conquer you.

But come to me--come to me of your own free will--and I swear before Heaven that I will make you happy!" Make her happy! He! She could not imagine it.