"As for your threat of telling my miserable history to the
people of this place, it is a threat which can have no influence over
me. Tell these people what you choose. Happily, the opinion of the
world is of small account to me."
"You will change your mind between this and to-morrow morning," cried
Black Milsom.
He was almost beside himself with rage and mortification. He felt as if
he could have torn this woman to pieces--this proud and courageous
creature, who dared to defy him.
"I shall not change my mind," answered Honoria. "You could not conquer
me, even when I was a weak and helpless child; you must remember that."
"Humph! you were rather a queer temper in those days--a strange-looking
child, too, with your white face and your big black eyes."
"Aye; and even in those days my will was able to do battle with men and
women, and to support me even against your violence. You, and those
belonging to you, were able to break my heart, but were not strong
enough to bend my spirit. I have the same spirit yet, Thomas Milsom;
and you will find it useless to try to turn me from my purpose."
The man did not answer immediately. He looked fiercely, searchingly, at
the pale, resolute face that was turned to him in the moonlight.
"The name of my solicitor is Dunford," said Honoria, presently; "Mr.
Joseph Dunford, of Gray's Inn. If you apply to him on your arrival in
London, he will give you the first installment of your pension.
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