Every wound seems to be cured in
this world, and if time won't cure this my wound, even with my father's
help, the grave _will_."
"Oh, misery!" cried Hope; "do I hear such words as these from my child
just entering upon life and all its joys?"
"Hush, papa," said Grace; "there is that man."
That man was Mr. Bartley. He looked very much distressed, and proceeded
at once to express his penitence.
CHAPTER XIX.
A WOMAN OUTWITS TWO MEN.
"Oh, Mary, what can I say? I was simply mad, stung into fury by that
foul-mouthed ruffian. Mary, I am deeply sorry, and thoroughly ashamed of
my violence and my cruelty, and I implore you to think of the very many
happy years we have spent together without an angry word--not that you
ever deserved one. Let us silence all comments; return to me as the head
of my house and the heiress of my fortune; you will bind Mr. Hope to me
still more strongly, he shall be my partner, and he will not be so
selfish as to ruin your future."
"Ay," said Hope, "that's the same specious argument you tempted me with
twelve years ago.
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