You owe for all that.... Well' I've begun to
collect."
The man opposite her, the man of vigorous form, of strong face
and keen eyes, stood gazing intently for long moments. In that
time, he was learning many things. Finally, he spoke.
"And that is why you married my boy."
"It is." Mary gave the answer coldly, convincingly.
Convincingly, save to one--her husband. Dick suddenly aroused,
and spoke with the violence of one sure.
"It is not!"
Burke shouted a warning. Demarest, more diplomatic, made a
restraining gesture toward the police official, then started to
address the young man soothingly.
But Dick would have none of their interference.
"This is my affair," he said, and the others fell silent. He
stood up and went to Mary, and took her two hands in his, very
gently, yet very firmly.
"Mary," he said softly, yet with a strength of conviction, "you
married me because you love me."
The wife shuddered, but she strove to deny.
"No," she said gravely, "no, I did not!"
"And you love me now!" he went on insistingly.
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