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54 "You are her father, sir," said Milton, with suppressed anger, "and that shields you from the answer that rises within me."

Marie interposed at this point, and said: "You are both dear to me, and I beg you, in the name of the love you have for me, do not quarrel."

"I obey your wishes, my darling," said Milton.

"This is no place for discussion of this kind, anyhow," said Salmon. "Come, Marie, Mr. Clafton was looking everywhere for you."

"I do not wish to see him, father. Good-bye, Milton."

"Good-bye, Marie. May angels guard you everywhere."

And there the lovers parted. The lawyer was full of anger, but he had no chance at that time to show it.

Among the guests were Horatio Nugent and Paul Strogoff, each madly, devotedly and passionately, at a distance, watching the Goddess, at whose shrine they worshiped. The preacher, in a rage of despair; Paul, in secret consciousness of his advantage over all others, despite appearances. Each held his secret well before the world, but in the breast of each was a raging volcano, liable to burst forth at any minute. Had any one suspected the preacher of the possession of so strange a