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 one condition, and that is that she puts you in my hands and never sees you again.”

“Oh, I can’t leave mother!” burst from the child’s lips involuntarily, her horror overcoming her fear of the speaker.

“I didn’t ask you if you could,” remarked Mr. Woodstock, with something like a sneer, tapping the desk with the fingers of his right hand. “I asked whether you could carry a message. Can you, or not?”

“Yes, I can,” stammered Ida.

“Then take that message, and tell your mother it’s all I’ve got to say. Run away.”

He rose and stood with his hands behind him, watching her. Ida made what haste she could to the door, and sped out into the street.