I'm contemptible. I beg your pardon; for your
history is none of my business. I was really interested; that's all; but
your lives, I believe it, as if it was in the Bible, have been great--
yes, that's the word! and I'm a better chap for having known you,
though, perhaps, I've known you all along, because, you see, I've--I've
been friends with your daughter--and-well, really I haven't anything else
to say, except that I hope you'll forgive me, and let me know you
always."
Malbrouck regarded him for a moment with a grave smile, and then looked
toward his wife. Both turned their glances quickly upon Margaret, whose
eyes were on the fire. The look upon her face was very gentle; something
new and beautiful had come to reign there.
A moment, and Malbrouck spoke: "You did what was youthful and curious,
but not wrong; and you shall not lose your hazard. I--"
"No, do not tell me," Gregory interrupted; "only let me be pardoned."
"As I said, lad, you shall not lose your hazard. I will tell you the
brief tale of two lives."
"But, I beg of you! For the instant I forgot.
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