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           Margaretlookedfrommetohim,andbackagain;andhereyesfell.WhenIwasclosetoher,Mr.Trelawnyletgomyhand,and,lookinghisdaughterstraightintheface,said:

           "IfthingsareasIfancy,weshallnothaveanysecretsbetweenus.MalcolmRossknowssomuchofmyaffairsalready,thatItakeithemusteitherletmattersstopwheretheyareandgoawayinsilence,orelsehemustknowmore.Margaret!areyouwillingtoletMr.Rossseeyourwrist?"

           Shethrewoneswiftlookofappealinhiseyes;butevenasshedidsosheseemedtomakeuphermind.Withoutawordsheraisedherrighthand,sothatthebraceletofspreadingwingswhichcoveredthewristfellback,leavingthefleshbare.Thenanicychillshotthroughme.

           Onherwristwasathinredjaggedline,fromwhichseemedtohangredstainslikedropsofblood!

           Shestoodthere,averitablefigureofpatientpride.

           Oh!butshelookedproud!Throughallhersweetness,allherdignity,allherhigh-soulednegationofselfwhichIhadknown,andwhichneverseemedmoremarkedthannow—throughallthefirethatseemedtoshinefromthedarkdepthsofhereyesintomyverysoul,prideshoneconspicuously.Thepridethathasfaith;thepridethatisbornofconsciouspurity;theprideofaveritablequeenofOldTime,whentoberoyalwastobethefirstandgreatestandbravestinallhighthings.