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Updated: June 29, 2025
I want to tell you how your keeping my secret made a different being of me. If you had betrayed me to justice, I might have been now an inmate of a prison cell. Margie Harrison, your silence saved me! Do me the justice to credit my assertion, when I tell you that I did not enter my grandfather's house because I cared for the plunder I should obtain.
Trevlyn had determined that everything should be on a magnificent scale, and had given the whole arrangement of the affair to Mrs. Colonel Weldon, the most fashionable woman in her set. Mr. Trevlyn had the diamonds which were the wonder of the city, richly set, and Margie was to wear them on her bridal night, as a special mark of the old man's favor.
"Margie Harrison!" he cried, his fingers closing tightly over hers. "Margie! Mine! Mine at last! The ocean has given you up to me!" "O Archer! where have you been? It has been so weary! And I have wanted to see you so much that I might tell you how I had wronged you that I might ask you to forgive me. Will you pardon me for believing that you could ever be guilty of that man's death?
Rented the house by mail, pays his rent by mail. Orders stuff by mail. Mostly not real U-nited States Mail, y'know, because we don't mind dropping off a note to someone in town. I'm the local mailman, too. So when I find a note to Herby Wharton, the fellow that owns the general store, I drop it off. Margie Clark over at the bank says he writes. Gets checks from New York from publishing companies."
"What you say may be true generally, but there are exceptions. My daughter has been too well brought up." "Yes, Margie is well-bred," retorted Mrs. Wrapp. "We'll admit she hasn't gone to extremes, as most of our girls have. But I want to observe to you that she has been a wall-flower for a year." "It certainly is a problem," sighed Mrs. Kingsley. "I feel helpless out of it.
Ben brought their trunks and other baggage after them, and they were soon installed in their new quarters. "What a lovely little room!" exclaimed Miss Margie, as I showed the state-room. "It is ever so much nicer than the one I had in the steamer I came across the ocean in!" "I am sorry I have not another state-room for you, sir," I said to her father, as I came out of the daughter's room.
"Margie, Margie Harrison!" he exclaimed, "what is this person's name?" "Archer Trevlyn, sir," answered the girl, amazed at the strange behavior of the two men. "Just as I thought! Hubert's son!" "Yes," said Arch, speaking with painful calmness, "I am Hubert's son; the son of the man your wicked cruelty murdered." Mr.
I am not sure but that they were sufficient to have convicted me of murder in a court of law. You were conscious of my presence that night in the graveyard, Margie?" "Yes. I thought it was you. I knew no other man's presence had the power to thrill and impress me as yours did." "I meant to impress you, Margaret. I brought all the strength of my will to bear on that object.
His mother and Margie had entered the wagon when night was fully come, knowing they must go supperless to bed unless the hunter returned; and to Dick the thought that these two whom he loved so dearly were hungry, brought him almost as much sorrow as the unaccountable absence of his father.
Margie Fulton sank slowly into the nearest chair, regardless of the fact that it was piled full of lacy, white, expensive things; her voice quavered, broke, as she said: "Gee, Mr. Gray! I figured there must be some decent men in the world, but I never thought I'd meet one."
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