What matters it now, thought the girl, as she bent
over a sheet of paper and tried to collect her thoughts.
Hubert Tracy eagerly awaited the delicate missive that came as
regularly as the mail, and he now was looking forward to the time
when he would claim Marguerite Verne forever and forever.
It was so hard to frame each sentence without the conviction that
every word conveyed the falsity of the girl's heart. How dare she
pen one word such as an affianced lover would expect! Oh, the agony
of soul that Marguerite endured as she combated with her honest
nature.
Phillip Lawson never lost sight of the doings at "Sunnybank." He was
daily around the afflicted household and tried hard to bring cheer
along with him.
That Mr. Verne was sinking fast the young man knew well, and he was
sorely troubled that the secret grief would never be communicated--
perhaps in a way that might give relief.
Would it be wise to force the subject, to venture an allusion to
Moses Spriggins, and thus arouse the seemingly comatose condition of
the dying man.
"If I could mention the matter to Marguerite," thought Phillip, as
he sat in his office for a few moment's respite after a day of
toilsome labor over some perplexing law points in a case which
gained much notoriety, and which had also gained for the leading
counsel a reputation for earnestness and strict integrity that must
inevitably be crowned with success.
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