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"
My
child
!
Margaret
!
My
dear
,
dear
child
!
"
"
O
Father
,
Father
!
At
last
!
At
last
!
"
Here
the
father
and
daughter
went
into
the
room
together
,
and
the
door
closed
.
During
my
waiting
for
the
summons
to
Mr.
Trelawny
's
room
,
which
I
knew
would
come
,
the
time
was
long
and
lonely
.
After
the
first
few
moments
of
emotional
happiness
at
Margaret
's
joy
,
I
somehow
felt
apart
and
alone
;
and
for
a
little
time
the
selfishness
of
a
lover
possessed
me
.
But
it
was
not
for
long
.
Margaret
's
happiness
was
all
to
me
;
and
in
the
conscious
sense
of
it
I
lost
my
baser
self
.
Margaret
's
last
words
as
the
door
closed
on
them
gave
the
key
to
the
whole
situation
,
as
it
had
been
and
as
it
was
.
These
two
proud
,
strong
people
,
though
father
and
daughter
,
had
only
come
to
know
each
other
when
the
girl
was
grown
up
.
Margaret
's
nature
was
of
that
kind
which
matures
early
.
The
pride
and
strength
of
each
,
and
the
reticence
which
was
their
corollary
,
made
a
barrier
at
the
beginning
.
Each
had
respected
the
other
's
reticence
too
much
thereafter
;
and
the
misunderstanding
grew
to
habit
.
And
so
these
two
loving
hearts
,
each
of
which
yearned
for
sympathy
from
the
other
,
were
kept
apart
.
But
now
all
was
well
,
and
in
my
heart
of
hearts
I
rejoiced
that
at
last
Margaret
was
happy
.
Whilst
I
was
still
musing
on
the
subject
,
and
dreaming
dreams
of
a
personal
nature
,
the
door
was
opened
,
and
Mr.
Trelawny
beckoned
to
me
.
"
Come
in
,
Mr.
Ross
!
"
he
said
cordially
,
but
with
a
certain
formality
which
I
dreaded
.
I
entered
the
room
,
and
he
closed
the
door
again
.
He
held
out
his
hand
,
and
I
put
mine
in
it
.
He
did
not
let
it
go
,
but
still
held
it
as
he
drew
me
over
toward
his
daughter
.
Margaret
looked
from
me
to
him
,
and
back
again
;
and
her
eyes
fell
.
When
I
was
close
to
her
,
Mr.
Trelawny
let
go
my
hand
,
and
,
looking
his
daughter
straight
in
the
face
,
said
:
"
If
things
are
as
I
fancy
,
we
shall
not
have
any
secrets
between
us
.
Malcolm
Ross
knows
so
much
of
my
affairs
already
,
that
I
take
it
he
must
either
let
matters
stop
where
they
are
and
go
away
in
silence
,
or
else
he
must
know
more
.
Margaret
!
are
you
willing
to
let
Mr.
Ross
see
your
wrist
?
"
She
threw
one
swift
look
of
appeal
in
his
eyes
;
but
even
as
she
did
so
she
seemed
to
make
up
her
mind
.
Without
a
word
she
raised
her
right
hand
,
so
that
the
bracelet
of
spreading
wings
which
covered
the
wrist
fell
back
,
leaving
the
flesh
bare
.
Then
an
icy
chill
shot
through
me
.
On
her
wrist
was
a
thin
red
jagged
line
,
from
which
seemed
to
hang
red
stains
like
drops
of
blood
!
