"
"And yet you could run off about money. What's money! This compact is a
great mystery. It's my business from this hour to fathom that mystery.
Please let me think."
Mary's face now began to show great power and intensity; her eyes seemed
to veil themselves, and to turn down their glances inward.
Walter was struck with the intensity of that fair brow, those remarkable
eyes, and that beautiful face; they seemed now to be all strung up to
concert pitch. He kept silent and looked at his wife with a certain
reverence, for to tell the truth she had something of the Pythian
priestess about her, when she concentrated her whole mind on any one
thing in this remarkable manner. At last the oracle spoke:
"Mr. Hope has been deceiving me with some good intention. He pretends to
be subservient to papa, but he is the master. How he comes to be master I
don't know, but so it is, Walter. If it came to a battle royal, Mr. Hope
would side, not with papa, but with me."
"That's important, if true," said Walter, dryly.
"It's true," said Mary, "and it's important.
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