"Am I not speaking the truth?"
"Yes, yes--go on. I am listening."
"Was there, in all the world, at that time, more than one person whose
kiss had the power to thrill you as that kiss thrilled you? Answer me,
Margie Harrison!"
"I will not! You have no right to ask me!" she replied, passionately.
"It is useless to attempt disguise, Margie. I can read your very
thoughts. At the moment you felt that touch, you knew instinctively who
was near you. You felt and acknowledged the presence of one who had no
right to be kissing the hand of another man's promised wife. And yet
the forbidden sin of that person was sweet to you. You stooped and
pressed your lips where his had been! Whose?"
"I do not know--indeed I do not! Why do you torture me so, Alexandrine?"
"My poor child, I will say no more. Good-night, Margie. I trust you will
have a pleasant evening with Mr. Trevlyn."
Margie caught the flowing skirt of Miss Lee's dress.
"You shall tell me all! I must know. I have heard too much to be kept in
ignorance of the remainder."
"So be it. You shall hear all. You know that Archer Trevlyn was in the
graveyard, or near it, that night, though you might not see him. Yet you
were sure of his presence--"
"I was not! I tell you, I was not!" she cried, fiercely.
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