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"No," answered Margaret, resolutely; "I do not." "You do not? The banker's manner convinced you of his innocence, then?" "I do not believe that Henry Dunbar murdered my—my unhappy father." NO ANSWERED MARGARET RESOLUTELY I DO NOT YOU DO NOT THE BANKER'S MANNER CONVINCED YOU OF HIS INNOCENCE THEN I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT HENRY DUNBAR MURDERED MY MY UNHAPPY FATHER
o woman's folly that parts us, Clement," the girl answered, in a plaintive, tremulous voice. "What is it, then, Margaret?" "I can never tell you." "You will change your mind." "Never." She looked at him with an air of quiet resolution stamped upon her colourless face. Clement remembered what the doctor had said of his patient's iron will. Was it possible that Mr. Vincent had been right? Was this gentle girl's resolution to overrule a strong man's passionate vehemence? "What is it that can part us, Margaret?" Mr. Austin cried. "What is it? You saw Mr. Dunbar yesterday?" The girl shuddered, and over her colourless face there came a livid shade, which was more deathlike than the marble whiteness that had preceded it. "Yes," Margaret Wilmot said, after a pause. "I was—very fortunate. I gained admission to—Mr. Dunbar's rooms." "And you spoke to him?" "Yes." "Did your interview with him confirm or dissipate your suspicions? Do you still believe that Henry Dunbar murdered your unhappy father?  FOLLY SHALL PART US HEAVEN KNOWS IT IS NO WOMAN'S FOLLY THAT PARTS US CLEMENT THE GIRL ANSWERED IN A PLAINTIVE TREMULOUS VOICE WHAT IS IT THEN MARGARET I CAN NEVER TELL YOU YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND NEVER SHE LOOKED AT HIM WITH AN AIR OF QUIET RESOLUTION STAMPED UPON HER COLOURLESS FACE CLEMENT REMEMBERED WHAT THE DOCTOR HAD SAID OF HIS PATIENT'S IRON WILL WAS IT POSSIBLE THAT MISTER VINCENT HAD BEEN RIGHT WAS THIS GENTLE GIRL'S RESOLUTION TO OVERRULE A STRONG MAN'S PASSIONATE VEHEMENCE WHAT IS IT THAT CAN PART US MARGARET MISTER AUSTIN CRIED WHAT IS IT YOU SAW MISTER DUNBAR YESTERDAY THE GIRL SHUDDERED AND OVER HER COLOURLESS FACE THERE CAME A LIVID SHADE WHICH WAS MORE DEATH LIKE THAN THE MARBLE WHITENESS THAT HAD PRECEDED IT YES MARGARET WILMOT SAID AFTER A PAUSE I WAS VERY FORTUNATE I GAINED ADMISSION TO MISTER DUNBAR'S ROOMS AND YOU SPOKE TO HIM YES DID YOUR INTERVIEW WITH HIM CONFIRM OR DISSIPATE YOUR SUSPICIONS DO YOU STILL BELIEVE THAT HENRY DUNBAR MURDERED YOUR UNHAPPY FATHER
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