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- crime! He sent you a message by me——”’. °
She looked upand put upherhand. =
“Do not tell mé! Do not.mention his name again!’’ she
fos!
my
murmured.’ Austin Ambrose. ‘ Yes, he confessed: the
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cried hoarsely,
‘“T must tell you,’ he said gently ;, “y promised ! He.
implored your forgiveness! Reparation, he knows, is im: |
‘possible; not even the remorse, which will haunt him as
long as his life lasts, can invent any way of undoing the
wrong he has. wrought. you! He consigned you .to my -
care, Miss Margaret, and [have undertaken, readily—yes, « —
very readily—to see that your future is not further dark- |
ened by want.”’\_ | cae
Margaret rose and clutched the table. | .
-—You—you offer me ‘money; you, too! And his —
money !’’ she panted.
Austin Ambrose hung his head and sighed.
voice, oe
Margaret pushed the, hair from her white forehead.
_ No?’ she said: ‘I have no friend! ITam/ alone in all
the world! Tell -him—yes, , tell him—that T would not
touch a penny of his if it were to save my life!, Tell him
_ that he has. killed my heart and soul, -but while there is
life still left in my body, I will use it to crawl as far from
him as Ican! Tell him—”’ she broke down for a moment
—‘‘tell him that I forgive him, but that if he ever again
‘‘You will let me be your. friend?” he pleaded in a soft
sends me such a message as you have brought, the love |
through which he wronged an
hate! -
~ “You are right!” he murmured. “ But what will you. |
do?” -he asked, looking at her with anxious intentness.
Margaret moaned. ‘ Se
“AN! what will I do?” she sobbed. hoarsely. “Heaven
knows! there is only one thing Ican do, to creep away
into some place where none may find me, and die!”
d ruined me will turn to
If Mr. Austin Ambrose had possessed that-extremely
— awkward organ, a heart, he would—he must—have been
touched by the sight of the misery and anguish of ©
this innocent girl, whose happiness he had so carefully «
‘and skillfully plotted against; but if there was a heart in
ical. reasons; and not for those of sentiment. .
et... **I can
low voice, and keeping his eyes on the carp ‘
d suffering,
‘quite understand what it is you are feeling an
and I think your desire to get away from here, to get.
beyond the: possibility. of ever meeting with Blair, a
~ Mr. Austin’s bosom, it existed there simply for physiolog-_
“I think you must let me be your friend!” he ‘said in a