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 "Twice?" he looked at her perplexedly, and her colour rose.

"I deceived you once—that night at your cousin's, when I tried to get you to bribe me. Even then we meant to consent to the divorce—it was decided the first day that I saw you." He was silent, and she added, with one of her mocking gestures: "You see from what a milieu you are taking her!"

Durham groaned. "She will never give up her son!"

"How can she help it? After you are married there will be no choice."

"No—but there is one now."

"Now?" She sprang to her feet, clasping her hands in dismay. "Have n't I made it clear to you? Have n't I shown you your course?" She paused, and then brought out with emphasis: "I love Fanny, and I