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"I've been lying awake all night, thinking. You see the disgrace it is to you, though you are innocent; and I'm sure you can't think of involving Frank in it." I'VE BEEN LYING AWAKE ALL NIGHT THINKING YOU SEE THE DISGRACE IT IS TO YOU THOUGH YOU ARE INNOCENT AND I'M SURE YOU CAN'T THINK OF INVOLVING FRANK IN IT
is for what he can get.' However, Mr. Henry wrote to the superintendent of police at Woodchester; and has gone over himself this morning to see after it. But to think of your father having such a son!" "Oh my poor father!" sobbed out Maggie. "How glad I am you are dead before this disgrace came upon us!" "You may well say disgrace. You're a good girl yourself, Maggie. I have always said that. How Edward has turned out as he has done, I cannot conceive. But now, Maggie, I've something to say to you." He moved uneasily about, as if he did not know how to begin. Maggie was standing leaning her head against the chimney-piece, longing for her visitor to go, dreading the next minute, and wishing to shrink into some dark corner of oblivion where she might forget all for a time, till she regained a small portion of the bodily strength that had been sorely tried of late. Mr. Buxton saw her white look of anguish, and read it in part, but not wholly. He was too intent on what he was going to say.  I'LL NEVER BELIEVE IN THEM EVERY ONE IS FOR WHAT HE CAN GET HOWEVER MISTER HENRY WROTE TO THE SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE AT WINCHESTER AND HAS GONE OVER HIMSELF THIS MORNING TO SEE AFTER IT BUT TO THINK OF YOUR FATHER HAVING SUCH A SON OH MY POOR FATHER SOBBED OUT MAGGIE HOW GLAD I AM YOU ARE DEAD BEFORE THIS DISGRACE CAME UPON US YOU MAY WELL SAY DISGRACE YOU'RE A GOOD GIRL YOURSELF MAGGIE I HAVE ALWAYS SAID THAT HOW EDWARD HAS TURNED OUT AS HE HAS I CANNOT CONCEIVE BUT NOW MAGGIE I'VE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU HE MOVED UNEASILY ABOUT AS IF HE DID NOT KNOW HOW TO BEGIN MAGGIE WAS STANDING LEANING HER HEAD AGAINST THE CHIMNEY PIECE LONGING FOR HER VISITOR TO GO DREADING THE NEXT MINUTE AND WISHING TO SHRINK INTO SOME DARK CORNER OF OBLIVION WHERE SHE MIGHT FORGET ALL FOR A TIME TILL SHE REGAINED A SMALL PORTION OF THE BODILY STRENGTH THAT HAD BEEN SORELY TRIED OF LATE WHEN BUXTON SAW HER WHITE LOOK OF ANGUISH AND READ IT IN PART BUT NOT WHOLLY HE WAS TOO INTENT ON WHAT HE WAS GOING TO SAY
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