I can rely on my father, and so may you.' 'You think you are worth a million to him ?' 'I do,' said Nella.
'And you think we could trust you to see that it was paid ?' 'Of course you could.' 'And we should not suffer afterwards in any way ?' 'I would give you my word, and my father's word.' 'Bah!' exclaimed Miss Spencer: 'how do you know I wouldn't let you go free for nothing?
You are only a rash, silly girl.' 'I know you wouldn't.

I can read your face too well.' 'You are right,' Miss Spencer replied slowly.

'I wouldn't.

I wouldn't let you go for all the dollars in America.' Nella felt cold down the spine, and sat down again in her chair.

A draught of air from the broken window blew on her cheek.