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I 'm going to tell you
mine, not so much for my sake as for your own. I am not afraid of your
knife; why, its sharp point would be almost welcome, were it not that I
have serious work to do in the world before I die. And you are going
to aid me in accomplishing it. You say you do not really know now
whether you truly love or hate this man, this Farnham. But I know for
myself beyond all doubt. All that once might have blossomed into love
in my heart has been withered into hatred, for I know him to be a moral
leper, a traitor to honor, a remorseless wretch, unworthy the tender
remembrance, of any woman. You suppose I went to him this night
through any deliberate choice of my own? Almighty God, no! I went
because I was compelled; because there was no possible escape. Now, I
am going to tell you why."
Mercedes, the tears yet clinging to her long, black lashes, stood
motionless, gazing at the other with fascination, her slender,
scarlet-draped figure quivering to the force of these impetuous words.


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