"Tess, darling," he murmured, much moved. "How wonderful you should be here tonight. Say something to me, sweetheart."
Tess attempted to push him from her. The touch of her hand thrilled him to his toes. How he would care for her--take her away from her squatter world, that stormy world filled with sorrow and pain! His world should know of her goodness, her loyalty and strength.
"I'll tell Ebenezer I'm your husband, Tessibel," he breathed in her ear. "Oh, my darling, what joy there is in store for us, what wonderful happiness--"
"No, no," cried Tess.
Then, again, he seized her hand, murmuring, "Yes, yes, my love! I know it's hard to forgive me, but I've never loved any one but you. I didn't even try to care for Madelene. I couldn't. And, now, my precious--"
"Please, don't say such things," cried Tess. "I only came--"
She wrenched her fingers loose from his and through her own interruption, he went on quickly.
"Oh, my dearest, be a little kind to me. Forgive all I've done. No, I shan't let you go until you promise me something--you must listen!"
Driven on by the passion dominating his weak body, Frederick dragged her to him. Deforrest Young came into the girl's mind. How she loved him! She would not tolerate Graves' hateful embrace. She made a frantic struggle against the arms holding her.
"Frederick, Frederick!" she gasped.
"No, I won't listen, Tess," he cried. "I'm sorry enough for all I've done and I won't go away from you any more."
He crushed his mouth against her cheek. She should not baffle him thus. Now, that she was in his arms, his hot breath mingling with the warmth of hers, he was sure she could not resist him. Suddenly, she ceased to struggle--Limply, she lay against his breast. How he loved her! Frederick remembered with a thrilling, cutting desire that in those dear, olden days, she had been the sweeter and better part of himself. He had come back to fight for her, to take her and the boy away. Between passionate kisses, new resolves raced through his fevered mind. He told himself no barrier was strong enough to keep him from her. But he had forgotten Ebenezer Waldstricker. It was not until he heard a short, sharp ejaculation that he turned partly around. His brother-in-law was standing in the open door, clad in a long fur garment, his handsome face dark with terrible anger. Frederick dropped one arm, but tightened the other about the squatter girl.