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Each one of these frightening sen- tences had dropped slowly from his lips in a husky whisper. Olivia was slipping into a dressing gown before he was half through. “You are safe,” he said in another choked Whisper and rushed from the room like a madman. Mandeville did not lack food for gos- sip for weeks after the Matthews fire. There were those who pitied the old man for the loss of his books andlpa- pet's. books he had been a lifetime col- lecting and papers that bore directly upon his business armirs. There were others who thought he got off well in losing only the Wing to his handsome house. One set declared that the lawyer had displayed the calmness and the 'indifl’erence of a Stoic While the flames were licking up his fine library. others that he had looked and acted more like a madman than a rational human be- ing. It was all in the point of view, and the point of View Where Lawyer Mat- thews was concerned had strange fluc- tuations in the town. As the days wore on it was asserted in some quarters that Horace Mat- thews looked 20 years older since his mishap. in others that, having made his pile and secured Olivia’s future, he could well afford to act as it nothing had happened. Mandeville had the usual contingent of charitable and uncharitable people, of reticent thinkers and people given to speaking their minds plainly in sea- CHAPTER XII. 1m. mr'rm-zws CALLS FOR ms PHYSICIAN. Dr. Govan had to rebuke old Mr. Langdon. the druggist. quite sharply more than once for asking him, “How comes it Horace Matthews has got rich practicing law in Melton county, where no other man has ever been able to more’n grabble a living at that busi- ness?” And Mr. Mills, the most pro- gressive man in Mandeville, who had actually had the temerity to import a man who had something to do with an electric light system, with a view to seeing if Mandeville could not be se- duced into discarding its old oil lamps, actually heard Lawyer Matthews talk- ing to the electrician about his line of business, wanting to know if he could point out any opening for a young friend of his who would soon be re turning from the other side and won! 1 want to go into that sort of business. Of course his young friend must be Tom Broxton. Mr. Mills was one of the reticent thinkers, so he did not con- fide even to his wife his great astonish- ment at hearing that Rafe Broxton’s son would have to go into any sort of business. But, although he discreetly refrained from proclaiming it upon the house tops, his private conviction was that “Horace Matthews’ end of the seesaw had gone up as fast as Tom Broxton’s had gone down.” son â€"and out. In short, humanity was mixed there as elsewhere. Dr. Govan would have rem-ed Mandeâ€" ville’s most progressive man with the same severity he visited upon the irre- sponsible old druggistâ€" â€"“a quncking quack,” as he bitingly ("film himâ€"â€" only it is impracticable to wage some hostilities against a man who simply raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders. Dr. Govan’ s broad catholicity and gentle judgment of his fellow man were the logical reflex of his own sweetness of nature and abounding good health. It was natural that Hor- ace Matthews should have come in for a goodly share of discussion at the time of the tire, for Mandeville was never so rich in sensations as to let one slip too rapidly through its mill. But it was time to create a diversion. The doctor began his missionary work at home. If he could convert Mrs. Govan into a partisan, Matthews would be re- instated with his neighbors. A man’s wife is his best and surest safety valve. Mrs. Govan innocently immo- lated herself. “I was down to see the old lady yes- terday. John. Malvina says she wishes you would stop in the first time you pass their gate.” “What’s ‘Mother’ Splllman up to 110W '3 "Nothing new. Malvina just gets trotted over the way the old lady peeks on Horace Matthews. She says it’s a regular monomania. She says she is almost afraid to let any of the neigh- burs mention Mr. Matthews’ name in her mother’s presence for fear she will birvw rmt something ugly about him.” “And yet,” the doctor said gravely, “Matthews has been consistently kind to the old creature. He has kept up an the friendly services Broxton used to render her.” “I know it. I know that, John, but ‘Mother’ Spillman’s a woman of strong convictions, and she is not to be bought over by any amount of flattery or sub- stantial help.” "Bought over?” Dr. Govan gave his wife an “et tu, Brute,” look and open- c‘i his battery without the preliminary of a curt challenge. ”Now, see here. Matilda! Have you gone over to the enemy?” "Gone over to the enemy? Which enemy, John Govan?” She smoothed the white bands of hair on her temples nervously. John had such a dreadful- ly incisive. pair of eyes. He was using them just then as he used that sham. 9n “Well, I should say pretty much all Mandeville stood for the enemy at this juncture, and I should be sorry to see struments. my Wife aligning herself with them and sitting in judgment upon a man who has never committed one overt act that man or woman could point to and say, ‘That is Wrong.’ ” “Well, but, John”â€" “Let me have the floor a litle While longer, if you please, my dear. I really feel as if Matthews needed a friend, a champion, if you choose. I will say to you in strict confidence I don't think he will be here many years longer.” “What, John? Oh, that poor girl!" “Of course this is for no ear but yours.” shining probe among his surgical in 7 “I have been a. doctor’s wife 32 years. Joth’ “And better one never doctor had.” An air kiss was floated from the doc- tor’s mature fingers to bring a smile to Matilda’s mature lips. “But about Mr. Matthews?" “Yes, about Matthews. I believe he is not unaware of the hostile attitude some of his old neighbors have as- sumed. Not all of them. The solid men of this community, the men who do their own thinking and can look at a subject all around, see Matthews as I do, a shrewd, close mouthed business man, with one object, and only one, in life.” “Olivia,” “Preciselyâ€"Olivia. I doubt if there‘s any man in Melton county who knows Matthews as well'as I do. I knew him before his shell developed. knew him when he was in love with Lucetta Broxton and looked forward to marry- ing her. Matthews was all right then. He was changed by her death into a silent, almost morose, man. He was a fairly devoted husband to Olivia’s mother, but nothing has ever come be tween him and his first love. All the pent up forces of his nature have ex- pended themselves on this girl. He has slaved to make her rich. He would die to make her happy.” Mrs. Govan moved restlessly in her chair. John really was not telling her a single thing she did not know al- ready. “Yés; but, John, nobody hasâ€"that Is, nobody should”â€" She started and opened her mild blue eyes to their widest extent. John was positively pounding the arms of his chair with his clinched fist. “I say it is an inhuman shame to damn Matthews because Tom Brox- ton’s property has depreciated and his father’s investments turned out badly. Are Broxton’s riches the first that ever took Wings to themselves? And be- cause, by close attention to his busi- ness, Matthew: has amassed a little bit 131,27:me than the common run of .‘Iu.ton county attorneys the wise ones of the earth have added two and two togethv'r. with malicious chuck- ling". :.--J decided that Matthews is a Scoundrel of the blackest shade.” “All the same. it is a great pity that all or his 1"tfiz‘i's are burned.” said Mrs. P n quietly. " n “Milli pity,” the doctor replied sum-muly. “I do believe that it is the loss of those papers which has preyed on Matthews’ mind until he is almost ready to take to his bed. You see. all of his vouchers as Tom Broxton‘s guardian went up in that fire.” “But Tom”â€" “Oh, Tom is all right! Matthews showed me a letter he got from him in “I do so want to hear how the dear bog. took it.” answer to the announcement that all the papers were gone. He is a grand tellow. Rufus Broxton’s own son.” “'l wish 1 ciuld have seen lt.’_’ “Oh. it was short! But it had point to itâ€"by Jove. it had! I do not sup- pose 1 could repeat it verbatim. but 1 could give you the sense of it.” “Try, John. just to give me the sense of it. I do so want to hear how the dear boy took 1t. 1 don’t mean about the fire. but about his losses. He is so young.” “He took it grandly. I could not help thinking. when I was reading that letter. how L>roud it would have made linfus.’ He said he did not suppose he was the first man who had met with disappointments Just as great on the threshold of life: that the blow was sottennl in his case by the reflection that no one would sufier by his losses but himself; that if he could not pro- vide for his individual wants the mon- The old man threw back his head with an air of pride in the son of his old friend. ey expended 'on his education had been poorly placed. As it was not at all probable he should ever marry, the fu- ture did not cost him an anxious thought.” “Never marry! Why, he was up to his eyes in love with Olivia Matthews before he left here.” “Yes, but Westover ot ' that.” g m the way of Mrs. Govan pursued her own line of thought in an aggrieved voice. “That would have made things a lit- tle more even, and somehow I have al- ways looked forward to seeing an- other Mrs. Broxton at the old Hall.” “Evems have a provoking way of shaping their own course Without any respect for our wishes or preferences, Matilda.” To which sententious bit of Wisdom Matilda accorded a grave affirmative. “But go on about Tom’s letter, J ohn.” “Well, it seems that Matthews had urged his coming here as his guest, to stay while they were going over the papers, to which Tom replied that as. owing to the unforeseen intervention of the elements, there were no papers to be examined it would scarcely be advisable for him to come to Mande- ville just now. The visit could only be productive of pain to him and dis- comfort to others.” “He wound up by telling Matthews that he begged to assure him of his unaltered affection and confidence. There was no room in his heart for any other feellng toward the man his fa- ther had loved and trusted. “Others, I suppose, meant Ollie,” Mrs. Govan interjected. Mrs. Govan’s tears were dropping fast upon the sewing she had laid upon her lap. “Did he say that, John? Poor Tom! Dear boy! Poor, poor laddiel” “I think the reason Matthews show- ed me that letter," said the doctor re- flectiv ely, “was because he wanted me to know just how Tom felt aboutâ€" about things.” “Yes; that was natural, I see. But Tomâ€"Where is he going to locate, John? Did the letter state? Mrs. Spill- man was asking me this morning it I knew Where Tom was.” “He thinks his chances as an elec- trician will be best out west in some growing place. He mentioned Kansas City. Shouldn’t be surprised if he brought up there." “And so that is the last of the Brox- ton name for Melton county. Dear, dear, what changes one does see in a short lifetime! Why. John, about the time you brought me here a bride the Broxtons were just everything in the county. The men couldn’t project any county affairs of any importance with- out Rufus Broxton’s opinion and help. Mrs. Broxton led in all the social and church movements, and half the un- married men in the county were court- ing Lucetta.” Mrs. Govan refused obstinately and always to mount her husband’s rhetor- ical ladder. She preferred the safer it lowlier tableland of her own practical reflections. zThat’s all so,” said the doctor grave- ly, “but it only goes to mow the mutability of human affairs.” “I’m not afraid. John, but what Ru- fus Broxton’s son can make headway wherever ,he plants himself, but I do hope he will be careful about his flan- nels and things. Lucetta and his moth- er died so young, John. If I knew where the boy was, I would write to him in a motherly sort of way, you know. He may be slow making new friends out there, you see.” “And that’s a kindly thought, Ma- tilda. I’ll find out from Matthews and let you know." Then his office bell rang. and the doc. tor left the pleasant slttlng room fire- side, made all the brighter by Mrs. Doctor's sweet old face, to ansewer it. Presently he put his head la the door- way to say: “it is so'mething of a hurry call from Matthews. I shouldn’t be surprised it I paid him a good long visit. Matilda." El‘hat was 'his formula-always to keep Matilda posted as to his move- ments. She had a formula too. 7.1th give my love to Olivia. Tell her if there’s anything in the wide world I can do to send right back for me. I’ll drive over anyway this after- noon With some salt risin‘g bread and quince marmalade if you don’t forbid them." CHAPTER XIII. “normm” SPILLMAN SPEAKS Mandeville would have been put to it to find man or woman who. having ever been sick enough to call in Dr. Govan, had not been treated to salt rising bread and quince marmalade by Mrs. Dr. Govan. Notwithstanding its capacity in the matter of mote magnifying and the building up of substantial charges from straws and wisps, Mandeville had a heart, and when it was known that Lawyer Matthews had actually taken to his bed and that Dr. Goran looked , very grave when questioned about his patient’s chances for recov- ery this heart swelled with a great pity for Olivia’s prospective desolation. with the result that she was over- whelmed with neighborly oflers of help and sympathy. Touching this wide- spread demonstration. she said to Miss Malvlna. with shining. grateful eyes: “I always knew papa deserved to be revered by his neighbors. and it makes me so proud to be assured of the esti- mation he is held in. But I don‘t think he would like any of them at his bed- side. He told me so. I think Reuben and I can manage the case. He is not very sick. you know. It is Just a nerv- ous attack. He has been in a dreadful- ly nervous condition ever since the fire. He was so frightened for me that night. you know." To which Miss Mai- vina answered “No. of course.” and then "Yes, or course,” vaguely trying to meet all requirements. She was thinking of how very ill Mr. Matthews really was and at how entirely uncon- THE WATCHMAN-WAHDER: LINDSAY. 0N1 scious Olivia. was of the impending ca- tastrophe. But it was not for her to furnish enlightenment. Some one, Miss Malvina decided, cer- tainly ought to be within call at night in caseâ€"in case of the worst. Dr. Go- van was out of the question. He was too old and too necessary to the well being of the rest of Mandevillc to be risked. She thought of Tom Broxton, but Tom was hundreds of miles away. hard at work. Mr. Matthews had told her he was in an electrician’s oflice in Kansas City. Ollie never heard from him at all nowadays. She thought of herself, only to think next of her moth- er. She could not stay away from the cottage at night. Why should not Clar- ence Westover stay? She gave Olivia the benefit of her views on this point. “I think, my dear, you ought to have some one besides old Reuben in the house at night. It is just possible you might want to send for Dr. Govan dur- ing the night. I was thinking that Mr. Westover would be just the one.” “Clarence to sit up at night? 011, then you must think papa very ill in- deed!” “I don’t think anything of the kind.” said Miss Malvina recklessly. “I was just thinking that naturally it would cheer you up some to have him about." A seft glâ€"ow spread over the girl’s tired face. The mere suggestion had proved cheering. “Oh, he is just as nice as can be! He comes every day and has wanted to help nurse from the very beginning, andâ€"andâ€"it would be immensely com- forting to me just to know that he was within call, but papa seems to have such an aversionto any one being in his room. He has said over and over again that he hoped I would not take advantage or him when he was asleep to leave a stranger in charge of him. As if I would take advantage of him under any circumstancesd” she added mournfully. “The very best of men are selfish pigs when it comes to sickness.” said Miss Malvina, with scorn in her eyes and a fixed purpose in her heart. She found Clarence Westover tether- ing his horse to the Matthews rack. She went toward him eagerly. “Well, I call this providential; that I do. I was just casting about in my mind how I could get a message to you." “Worse?” He nodded gravely to- ward the house. “No; I can’t say that I see any change at all. but it is just this way: Things are in too critical 3. condition for that child to be left none at night, with no one but old Reuben to call on in case off-of"â€" “I understand. I have thought so all along. I have pleaded with her for permission to stay. She has refused me with singular obstinancy. 1 can- not stay in spite of her.” A second of silent reflection fell be- tween them. and then Westover solved the problem cheerfully. “That is Just exactly what you must do. I know. It is all his doings. She would be glad to have you. 1 know it. But she wouldn’t go against his wishes for the universe. I don’t suppose h can help being selfish, seeing he is 1. man. She needs you desperately, Mr. W'estover. What are you going to do about it?” “I-have it. I can be on hand and be none the wiser £01 it. I don’ t suppose. now. any one is likely to visit the little side porch his room opens on afte1 dark?” “No. Splendid! There is a. hammock swung there just outside his windows. You can hear everything that goes on in the room." “I’ll do it,” said Clarence with deci- sion. “1 will come after dark. Fortu- nately there is no moon to tell on me.’ “Nor any dog," Miss Malvina added reassuringly. “My dear Mr. Westover, what a loud you have lifted off my heart!" And as she trotted briskly home- ward. with that much lightened organ warming toward Ollle’s lover, she said to herself that she guessed they had all been unjust to this young man be- cause they had dedicated Ollie to Tom Broxton and maybe because he wore patent leather shoes in the daytime. Mandeville had its own standards. and Miss Malvina stood by them. Patent leather stood for holidays and holy days. Her loving heart was very full just then. What with pitylng tenâ€" derness for Ollie, somber anticipations for Lawyer Matthews and growing anxiety for her mother it could not And the queerer she grew the more frenzied became her dislike for Hor- ace Matthews. In her efforts to ac- count for it Miss Malvina recalled the psychological fact that mentally unbal- anced people fiequently selected some one individual as the object of their especial detestation. Sometimes it was those they had most reason to love and admire. Her mother was certain- ly a monomaniac where the lawyer was concerned. When she had heard of the sale of Broxton Hall. for in- stance. she had laughed maliciously and said that Tom could send that business higher than a kite. She had well be fuller. She had to admit to herself that her mother was growing queerer every day. “Reuben can stand loss of sleep bet- ter than you can, my dear, and It would distressyour father to see you about mm wnen you should be gettlng your proper rest.” all she could do to keep her mother from breaking out into her dreadful tirades of abuse before others. But Ollie had her doubts about Reu- ben’s _superiox_° powers of endurance. So Miss Malvina In her little three toomed cottage and Olivia Matthews 1‘!) her mansion of many rooms were each winning their way through the shadows with heavy hearts amid tore- boding tears. As ordered by Dr. Govan. Reuben was night nurse and Oliv‘ia tended the sick man during the day. Said the gentle old doctor: and after stealing Into the dimly light- ed sickroom twice in one night to.find patient and nurse both in a profound slumber she aroused Reuben and drew him cautiously out into the hall. “It is nearly midnight, Reuben, and I have been sleeping nicely ever since 8 o’clock. You go now and rest until daybreak. You say he does not get restless before then. Come back at first peep of day, and he will never have missed you.” This suggestion fell in so comfort- ably with Reuben’s own desires that she did not have to urge it very strenu- ously. With yawning thanks he shuf- fled out of sight. Olivia stole noiselessly into the sick- room to take his place. The sick man was in a profound sleep. She lowered the lamp on the hearth a trifle and moved the screen so that the shadows cast by it on the ceiling above the bed should take on fewer fantastic shapes. She shook the water pitcher softly to make sure of the presence or ice in it. She examined the tumblers of physic to be quite sure of the next dose in case she had to administer it before Reuben’s return. Gratified to find the patient remain unconscious of all this subdued activ- ity, she curled herself up in the great armchair on the side of the bed next “I have been hiding my time.” to the wall. Where she would be com- pletely hidden should her father open his eyes, but need no attention. Then she administered a small dose of com- fort to her own anxious heart. “He is better. He must be better. Dr. Govan said if he could only sleep better all would be well, and now he is sleeping splendidly.” With folded arms and closed eyes she fell to picturing things as they would shape themselves as soon as her father should leave his sick bed. She would tell him how Clarence was pleading for an immediate marriage so as to help her take care of him in his declining years. It was lovely to have her lover so fond of her father. but then everybody looked up to and rever- enced her father. It would be terrible to have a father whom all the world could not look up to. And thus com- forting herself after the manner of all things young and innocent she settled herself to keep vigil. In five minutes she was sound asleep. Not for very long. She fell a-dreaming, an unpleas- ant, startling dream. She fancied some terrible, wild thing was standing over her father’s sick bed with flame in its eyes and venom on its tongue. She writhed as one does in the conscious effort to shake of! a nightmare and opened her eyes, only to cover them with her trembling hands as she smoth- ered the impulse to cry out. Standing close by the pillows of the sick man was the tall, white robed figure, never to be forgotten, that had once before deprived her of the power of reasoning. High over a tumbled mass of snowy white hair it held the small bedroom lamp that had been burning low on the hearth. The Broxton ghost stood revealed in “Mother” Spillman! In that one frightened glance Olivia had made that discovery. But how was she to get this determined old woman, this avow- ed lunatic, away from her father’s bed- side quietly? Petrified by fear, help- lessly casting about for a plan of ac- tion that would not react upon her be. loved patient. the girl shivered with renewed terror as “Mother” Spillman, in a low voice. made intense by the concentrated passion of purpose, en- tered upon her awful arraignment: “You are ill. Horace Matthews. ill unto death perhaps. I have been bid- ing my time. Before another night passes over your head you may stand in the presence of your Maker and your Judge. What will you answer when he asks you how the orphan has fared at. your hands, how the son of the man who loved and trusted you far beyond your deserts had been treated? Why has Rufus Broxton’s son“ waxed poor and you’rich, Horace Matthews? “You know me. Oh, I see that you do. for all you are staring at me as it you saw a specter. You've looked at me many a time that way. Horace. when I’ve caught you at some of your vicious-boy tricks long ago. And I know you through and through. i laughed when I' heard of your books and papers being burnt up. That was one or your old tricks. You burnt up a composition book when you wete a boy when your theft of an essay was threatened with discovery. You burnt up your philosophy to escape an extra hard task. It has been a silly but a vicious practice of yours ever since you were 10 years old. It served you in good stead when vouchers that did not exist were to be produced. “But 1 did not come here to rail at you for bygones. I came here to plead the cause of the orphan son of the best friend you ever had. As you hope for forgiveness hereafter, Horace Matâ€" thews. make such restitution an is possmle to that poor boy. Xou have ruined him, and you know it. The money you have piled up for your girl am. new: do her any good. neverl. «Ion have bedecked her with jewels, and you know it. 1'0“ ed Lucetta Broxton’s pearl u about her pure young neck the . she was 18 years old, just the a" which poor Lucetta died. It is age der it did not scorch the child's w “You *8, I am Old, but I do no?“ oof mv friends- Thov mu ._, der it did not scorch the child’s“fl“ “You see, I am old, but I do no? get my friends. They call me My own girl has joined in the against me. But I have mind en left to remember the things that w‘orth remembering. I remember love and gratitude I owe to ev member of the Broxton family. “no triwl to serve Thomas, but his faith: you was not to be shaken. yo“ 1‘ some papers the night his father . You did not make a. very thom search for them. I think you m ferred to have them lost. But the were found and brought to me. 11 Lord put them as a weapon in I: hand. I read them. and I hid them “I -meant to give them to Th: when he should come of age and 5 control of him cease. But I IOStth I think I know how. but I can't where. You see, my poor head ph me tricks sometimes. I: is not serviceable as it was when you Wen boy, Horace. “In the envelope you lost there an unfinished letter from Rufus 3m; ton to his son. I went up to the hon. at night to give it to him. He in asleep, poor laddie, and 1 twisze“ about some flowers that I had laid on his father’s picture as my poor mm at love. “You see, I wanted him to haven letter, but I did not want you to in about it, for then you would 1m where the other papers were. So 1 sorted to a. clumsy trick to maker believe there was something in; natural about his getting the leg and then I knew he would hold tongue. Some time or other Tom: “I carried all the papers with: when I went up to the Hall. lu afraid to leave them behind. lu afraid Malvina would get hold of m and give them to you. Malvlna is your side. so I ,had to be sly. oh, sly, Horace. But 1 lost the pap: They are lost, lost, lost! I will have a good laugh about Broxton ghost. “I see the gleam of triumph in ya glazing eyes, Horace. But 1 m the papers all by heart. 1 will tell all in open court some day if the de: Lord will only leave me here um Thomas comes back. I will sweanlr you could not give a title to Bram Hall, and then Thomas can get it bu But, oh. I grow so weak, and Thom tarries so long! “I don’ t want to go before Tho: comes. I may die tonight. 1 may tomorrow. I’ve used my last saw to drag myself to your bedside. who forgave the dying thief upon cross can forgive you. too, and he ‘ Horace, if you will only make rest tion to that poor boy. He is a Go: mercy, in whose name 1 make this Deal ’9 Gasping as one coming out of ck waters does. Olivia threw herseit u; the bed and stretched sheltering a: about the sick man. “Father. father, forgive me! I o to have protected you better. I was frightened I could neither move speak. It is just poor old crazy ‘Mothd‘ Spillman. I shall call Reuben to me her home." He was breathing stertorously. Hi eyes were fixed on the stern white face of his accuser. Terror was legihly h- scribed on every line of his pal!!! face. He looked beyond Olivia. as! her loving voice had not reached him It reached the old woman. who gave 5: start of surprise and said in gentle tones than she had yet used: Olivia pressed her hands tender” upon her father's wide stretched lid! and whispered caressingly in his ear. ‘There, dear. don’t look at her. 1th only poor old ‘Mother’ Spillman. who does not know what she is 231m about. They ought to keep her an“ lock and key.” “I am sorry you were close by. child but I had a duty to perform. It cow not be put 01! any longer." Stretching her hand for the bell ‘5 the table by the bed. she rang a sham summons for Reuben on it. She M from the bed and turned with gemk dignity toward the old woman. “Mrs. Splllman. I have rung ben to see you home. Miss will be dreadfully trightene you.” She was as an autumn leaf in 11“ strong current or the relentless old W man’s will. As a candle will sow? times burn its brightest before 6M1" ing to its death. “Mother" Spillm” temporarily recovered the stroll? " divlduality that had made her as t1? minlster’s wife the terror of ever? 9"} doer In her husband's parish. I “Girl, I am sorry for you. tt'ul but I have work to do. For his sake" nodding her white head toward the bed, “keep your man at a distancfi Your promise. Horace. There is 59‘ time. Do not go into the presence 0‘ your Maker with a sin burdened i")EL YOu know whether my words are me words of truth or the ravings 0‘ ‘ crazy old woman. You know. and” she raised one long arm to point 90* emnly upwardâ€"“he knows." Her father’s awful silence appagef 5' sort“ Her father’s awful silence 3pm“? Olivia. He was staring stonily 11! h” accuser. The muscles of his neck and jaws twitched com'ulsively. 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