A Traitress.
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CHAPTER XVI.
A TRAITRESS.
Finding escape impossible, Ann turned and put a bold face on the matter. Or rather, she turned indeed, and faced him, but with the same air of modest womanliness which he had before remarked in her when she wore her sex's clothes—a manner which altered so completely as soon as she assumed the costume of "Jem Bax."
"And what are you pleased to want with me, sir?" she asked respectfully, after the short silence which had followed Tregenna's exclamation.
"Well, I want to know, in the first place, what you are doing here?"
"Sure, sir, there's no harm in my taking a place as housemaid, now I'm turned out of my mother's home by your pryings of last night."
"'Tis rather a bad thing for the squire and
