There had been in her gaze a
conflict of emotions, strong and baffling. Now, however, when the
father spoke, her face grew more composed, and her eyes met his
coldly. Her voice was level and vaguely dangerous as she
answered his accusation.
"What is that compared to what you have done to me?"
Gilder stared at her in honest amazement. He had no suspicion as
to the tragedy that lay between him and her.
"What have I done to you?" he questioned, uncomprehending.
Mary moved forward, passing beyond the desk, and continued her
advance toward him until the two stood close together, face to
face. She spoke softly, but with an intensity of supreme feeling
in her voice.
"Do you remember what I said to you the day you had me sent
away?"
The merchant regarded her with stark lack of understanding.
"I don't remember you at all," he said.
The woman looked at him intently for a moment, then spoke in a
colorless voice.
"Perhaps you remember Mary Turner, who was arrested four years
ago for robbing your store.
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