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What's more, father--"
At the word "father" her listless manner vanished, and she gave
way to passionate sobs. "His foul murder is always before me," she
wailed. "Oh, we were so happy! he was so kind, and made me his
companion! I don't see how I can live without him. I can't think
of love and marriage when I remember how he died, and that the
villain who killed him is at large and unpunished. What right have
I to forget this great wrong and to try to be happy? No, no! the
knife that killed him pierced my heart; and it's bleeding all the
time. I'm not fit to be any man's wife; and I will not bring my
great sorrow into any man's home."
Brandt sprang up and paced the room for a few moments, his brow
contracted in deep thought. Then, apparently coming to a decision,
he sat down by his companion and took her cold, unresisting hand.
"My poor little girl," he said, kindly, "you don't half understand
me yet. I love you all the more because you are heart-broken and
pale with grief. That is the reason I have spoken so earnestly to-
night.


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