"
"My dear Gwenda----" The Vicar was deferent to the power that had
dragged Ally's confession from her.
"We _must_ get through with this. The sooner the better. It's what
we're all here for."
"I know. Still--I think you'll have to leave it."
"Leave it?"
"Yes, Papa."
"We can't leave it," said Rowcliffe. "Something's got to be done."
The Vicar groaned and Rowcliffe had pity on him.
"If you'd like me to do it--I can interview him."
"I wish you would."
"Very well." He moved uneasily. "I'd better see him here, hadn't I?"
"You'd better not see him anywhere," said Gwenda. "He can't marry
her."
She held them all three by the sheer shock of it.
The Vicar spoke first. "What do you mean, 'he can't'? He _must_."
"He must not. Ally doesn't want to marry him. He asked her long ago
and she wouldn't have him."
"Do you mean," said Rowcliffe, surprised out of his reticence, "before
this happened?"
"Yes."
"And she wouldn't have him?"
"No. She was afraid of him."
"She was afraid of him--and yet----" It was Mary who spoke now.
"Yes, Mary. And yet--she cared for him."
The Vicar turned on her.
"You're as bad as she is. How can you bring yourself to speak of
it, if you're a modest girl? You've just told us that your sister's
shameless. Are we to suppose that you're defending her?"
"I am defending her. There's nobody else to do it. You've all set on
her and tortured her----"
"Not all, Gwenda," said Rowcliffe.
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