CHAPTER LXX.
RETURNS TO JOHANNA.
We left Johanna in rather an awkward situation. The two graziers were in Todd’s shop, and she—at the pronunciation of the word “pearl,” which had too forcibly at the moment reminded her of the String of Pearls, which no doubt had been fatal to Mark Ingestrie—had dropped the soap-dish, and covered her face with her hands.
“What is this?” cried Todd.
“What, sir?”
“What is that, I say? What do you mean by that, you stupid hound? If I only—”
He advanced in a threatening attitude with a razor in his hand; but Johanna quickly saw what a fault she had committed, and felt that, if she were to hope to do any good by her visit to Todd’s shop, she must leave all such manifestations of feelings outside the threshold.
“I have broken it,” she said.
“To be sure yo
