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ter John!" she stammered, with tears gathering in her eyes, reverting again to that name of bygone times, "if you had loved me then--if you had consoled my true affection with one word of hope, one look of loving-kindness--if you had not spurned and crushed me, I should not have been what I am now." I was about to make some answer to this burst of unforgotten passion, when the voice came again: "Speak of him!" "You have loved others since," I remarked, with a coldness which seemed cruel to myself. "You love _him_ now." And I nodded my head toward the door by which the man had disappeared. "Do I?" she said, with a bitter smile. "Perhaps; who knows?" "And yet no good can come to you from a connection with that man," I pursued. "Why not? He adores me, and he is free," was her answer, given with a little triumphant air. "Yes," I said, "I know he is free: he has lately lost his wife. He has made good his claim to the sum for which he insured her life." Mary grew deadly pale. "How did you learn this? what do you know of him?" she stammered. I had no reply to give. She scanned my face anxiously for some time; then in a low voice she added, "What do you suspect?" I was still silent, and only looked at her fixedly. "You do not speak," she pursued nervously. "Why do you not speak? Ah, you know more than you would say! Master John, Master John, you might set my tortured mind at rest, and clear or confirm those doubts which _will_ come into my poor head, spite of myself. Speak out--O, do speak out!" "Not here; it is impossible," I replied, looking around. The room as the hour advanced, was becoming more thronged with guests, and the full tables gave a pretext for my reticence, when in truth I had nothing to say. "Will you come and see me--will you?" she asked with earnest entreaty. I nodded my head. "Have you a pocketbook? I will write you my address; and you will come--yes, I am sure you will come!" she said in an agitated way. I handed her my pocketbook and pencil; she wrote rapidly. "Between the hours of three and five," she whispered, looking uneasily at the door; "_he_ is sure not to be at home." I rose; Mary held out her hand to me, then withdrew it hastily with an air of shame, and the tears sprang into her eyes again. I left the room hurriedly, and met her companion on the stairs. That same evening, in the solitude of my own room, I pondered over the little event of the day. I had ca
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