He spoke again to Mary,
with a certain dignity.
"No, you can't beat the law!" He hesitated a little, then went
on, with a certain curious embarrassment. "And this same old law
says a woman must stick to her man."
The girl's eyes met his with passionate sorrow in their misty
deeps. Garson gave a significant glance toward Dick Gilder, then
his gaze returned to her. There was a smoldering despair in that
look. There were, as well, an entreaty and a command.
"So," he went on, "you must go along with him, Mary.. . .
Won't you? It's the best thing to do."
The girl could not answer. There was a clutch on her throat just
then, which would not relax at the call of her will.
The tension of a moment grew, became pervasive. Burke, accustomed
as he was to scenes of dramatic violence, now experienced an
altogether unfamiliar thrill. As for Garson, once again the surge
of feeling threatened to overwhelm his self-control. He must not
break down! For Mary's sake, he must show himself stoical, quite
undisturbed in this supreme hour.
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