She did not heed him.
"Let me go!" she cried. "Let me get away from him; from this room! I
never want to see him or think of him again. Please! PLEASE let me go!
Oh, take me home! Captain Warren, PLEASE let me go home!"
Her uncle was at her side in a moment. "Yes, yes, dearie," he said,
"I'll take you home. Don't give way now! I'll--"
He would have taken her arm, but she shrank from him.
"Not you!" she begged. "Steve!"
The captain's face clouded, but he answered promptly.
"Of course--Steve," he agreed. "Steve, take your sister home. Mr.
Sylvester's got a carriage waitin', and he'll go with you, I don't
doubt. Do as I tell you, boy--and behave yourself. Don't wait; go!"
He held the door open until the hysterical girl and her brother had
departed. Then he turned to the Dunns.
"Well, ma'am," he said, dryly. "I don't know's there's anything more to
be said. All the questions seem to be settled. Our acquaintance wa'n't
so awful long, but it was interestin'. Knowin' you has been, as the
feller said, a liberal education. Don't let me keep you any longer. Good
afternoon."
He stepped away from the door. Malcolm and his mother remained standing,
for an instant, where they were when Caroline left.
The young man looked as if he would enjoy choking someone, the captain
preferably, but said nothing.
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