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Ward, Mrs. Humphry, 1851-1920

"Elizabeth's Campaign"

'
Elizabeth approached, but paused a yard or two from him. He saw her
in the light--her gold hair and brilliant dress illuminated against
the dark and splendid background of the Nike in shadow.
She spoke with hesitation.
'I confess I should like to know, Mr. Mannering, what it is you are
asking me to sign.'
'That doesn't matter to a witness. It is nothing which will in any
way compromise you.'
'No--but'--she drew herself up--'I should blame myself if I made it
easier for you to do something you would afterwards regret.'
'What do you mean?'
She summoned all her courage.
'Of course I must know something. You have not kept your affairs
very secret. I guess that you are angry with your son, with Major
Mannering. If this thing you ask me to sign is to hurt--to injure
him--if it is--well, then--I refuse to sign it!'
And with a sudden movement she threw both her hands behind her back
and clasped them there.
'You refuse?'
'If you admit my description of that paper.' She motioned towards it
as it lay on the writing-table.


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