"Dearie!" murmured Crazy Jane soothingly.
"Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do?" moaned Cora.
"Go straight to Mrs. Livingston and tell her everything. Do not spare
yourself, nor Patricia, for she is the one who is to blame. She has been
using you to avenge what she thinks are her own private wrongs. Tell it
all, and set right that noble girl who has protected you, and who has
gotten herself into an awful mess in doing so. Cora will you do it?"
"I can't, I can't," moaned Cora.
"Then I will do it myself," warned Jane, withdrawing her hand sharply.
"No, no, no! Don't! I'll do it. I'll go. I'll tell her everything. I don't
care what she does to me. I just can't stand this! Oh, I never thought
there were such people in the world! I'll go to Mrs. Livingston to-night,
and----"
"Not to-night. Go, now, Cora. You can't tell what might happen between
this and to-night."
"Yes, I'll go," was the faint reply. A veil seemed to fall from before the
eyes of Cora Kidder. She saw herself as she had never done before, saw her
own unworthiness, saw how she had been led to commit acts that were
foreign to her real nature. She wondered how she ever could have been so
blind. Cora rose and hurriedly began doing up her hair. Jane gave the girl
an encouraging pat on the shoulder and slipped from the tent without
another word.
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