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'Indeed! Well, it is odd, May; but do you know I have a queer suspicion
that you know more about it than anybody else.'
'I! Arundel?' she exclaimed, with marked confusion.
'Yes, you, May,' he repeated with firmness, and looked her in the face
with a glance which would read her soul. 'Ay! I am sure you do.'
'Who says so?'
'Oh! do not fear that you have been betrayed. No one says it; but I know
it. We future ambassadors, you know, have such extraordinary sources of
information.'
'You jest, Arundel, on a grave subject.'
'Grave! yes, it is grave, May Dacre. It is grave that there should
be secrets between us; it is grave that our house should have been
insulted; it is grave that you, of all others, should have been
outraged; but oh! it is much more grave, it is bitter, that any other
arm than this should have avenged the wrong.' He rose from his chair,
he paced the room in agitation, and gnashed his teeth with a vindictive
expression that he tried not to suppress.
'O! my cousin, my dear, dear cousin! spare me!' She hid her face in her
hands, yet she continued speaking in a broken voice: 'I did it for
the best.
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