"
Yet it was evident that she feared so.
"Why is it that you fear it?" insisted Kennedy. "What has she done
to make you fear it?"
"I don't like her," returned Inez, with a frown. "My father knew
her--too well. She is a schemer, an adventuress. Once she has a
hold on a man, one cannot say--" She paused, then went on in a
different tone. "But I would rather not talk about the woman. I am
afraid of her. Never does she talk to me that she does not get
something out of me that I do not wish to tell her. She is
uncanny."
Personally, I could not blame Inez for her opinion. I could
understand it. Those often baleful eyes had a penetrating power
that one might easily fall a victim to.
"But you can trust Mr. Lockwood," he returned. "Surely he is proof
against her, against any woman."
Inez flushed. It was evident that of all the men who were
interested in the little beauty, Lockwood was first in her mind.
Yet when Kennedy put the question thus she hesitated. "Yes," she
replied, "of course, I trust him. It is not that woman whom I fear
with him."
She said it with an air almost of defiance. There was some kind of
struggle going on in her mind, and she was too proud to let us
into the secret.
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