"Now, dearest, tell papa
what you told me in the library."
Cousin Jennie trembled somewhat. She was alarmed lest her words
might add to the grief of the dying man. But she must not waver now,
and in measured tones she repeated almost word for word the same
conversation which had so deeply affected the sensitive Marguerite.
Mr. Verne listened, and as the girl proceeded his eye kindled and
his lips moved as if in deep gratitude.
Cousin Jennie's eyes now flashed upon Marguerite, and as if by
intuition Mr. Verne's also sought his daughter.
"My child, this may be the last question I shall ever ask you!
Answer me truly! Do you love Hubert Tracy with a deep and tender
love--such a love as a true woman gives to her husband?"
There was silence deep as death, then a sweet voice, murmured:
"Papa, I know it is sinful, but I cannot! Oh! I cannot love him!"
"God be praised for these comforting words. Come close my child."
Marguerite had her face down upon the pillow, calmly awaiting the
loved voice--the voice that ere long would be silent forever!
Mr. Verne had been tenderly raised to a sitting position, and
supported by pillows, he was comfortable and easy.
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