Colleton--spare me"--she exclaimed, in undisguised
terror.
"You here, Miss Munro, and at this hour of the night!" was the wondering
inquiry, as he lifted her from the floor, her limbs, trembling with
agitation, scarcely able to support even her slender form.
"Forgive me, sir, forgive me. Think not ill of me, I pray you. I come to
save you,--indeed, Mr. Colleton, I do--and nothing, believe me, would
have brought me here but the knowledge of your immediate danger."
She felt the delicacy of her situation, and recognising her motive
readily, we will do him the justice to say, Ralph felt it too in the
assurance of her lips. A respectful delicacy pervaded his manner as he
inquired earnestly:--
"What is this danger, Miss Munro? I believe you fear for me, but may you
not have exaggerated the cause of alarm to yourself? What have I to
fear--from what would you save me?"
"Nay, ask me not, sir, but fly. There is but little time for
explanation, believe me. I know and do not imagine the danger.
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