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Charity
did
not
speak
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
nothing
could
exceed
the
bitterness
of
hearing
such
words
from
such
lips
.
Mr
.
Royall
rose
from
his
seat
.
“
See
here
,
Charity
Royall
:
I
had
a
shameful
thought
once
,
and
you
’
ve
made
me
pay
for
it
.
Isn
’
t
that
score
pretty
near
wiped
out
?
.
.
.
There
’
s
a
streak
in
me
I
ain
’
t
always
master
of
;
but
I
’
ve
always
acted
straight
to
you
but
that
once
.
And
you
’
ve
known
I
would
—
you
’
ve
trusted
me
.
For
all
your
sneers
and
your
mockery
you
’
ve
always
known
I
loved
you
the
way
a
man
loves
a
decent
woman
.
I
’
m
a
good
many
years
older
than
you
,
but
I
’
m
head
and
shoulders
above
this
place
and
everybody
in
it
,
and
you
know
that
too
.
I
slipped
up
once
,
but
that
’
s
no
reason
for
not
starting
again
.
If
you
’
ll
come
with
me
I
’
ll
do
it
.
If
you
’
ll
marry
me
we
’
ll
leave
here
and
settle
in
some
big
town
,
where
there
’
s
men
,
and
business
,
and
things
doing
.
It
’
s
not
too
late
for
me
to
find
an
opening
.
.
.
.
I
can
see
it
by
the
way
folks
treat
me
when
I
go
down
to
Hepburn
or
Nettleton
.
.
.
.
”
Charity
made
no
movement
.
Nothing
in
his
appeal
reached
her
heart
,
and
she
thought
only
of
words
to
wound
and
wither
.
But
a
growing
lassitude
restrained
her
.
What
did
anything
matter
that
he
was
saying
?
She
saw
the
old
life
closing
in
on
her
,
and
hardly
heeded
his
fanciful
picture
of
renewal
.
“
Charity
—
Charity
—
say
you
’
ll
do
it
,
”
she
heard
him
urge
,
all
his
lost
years
and
wasted
passion
in
his
voice
.
“
Oh
,
what
’
s
the
use
of
all
this
?
When
I
leave
here
it
won
’
t
be
with
you
.
”
She
moved
toward
the
door
as
she
spoke
,
and
he
stood
up
and
placed
himself
between
her
and
the
threshold
.
He
seemed
suddenly
tall
and
strong
,
as
though
the
extremity
of
his
humiliation
had
given
him
new
vigour
.
“
That
’
s
all
,
is
it
?
It
’
s
not
much
.
”
He
leaned
against
the
door
,
so
towering
and
powerful
that
he
seemed
to
fill
the
narrow
room
.
“
Well
,
then
look
here
.
.
.
.
You
’
re
right
:
I
’
ve
no
claim
on
you
—
why
should
you
look
at
a
broken
man
like
me
?
You
want
the
other
fellow
.
.
.
and
I
don
’
t
blame
you
.
You
picked
out
the
best
when
you
seen
it
.
.
.
well
,
that
was
always
my
way
.
”
He
fixed
his
stern
eyes
on
her
,
and
she
had
the
sense
that
the
struggle
within
him
was
at
its
highest
.
“
Do
you
want
him
to
marry
you
?
”
he
asked
.
They
stood
and
looked
at
each
other
for
a
long
moment
,
eye
to
eye
,
with
the
terrible
equality
of
courage
that
sometimes
made
her
feel
as
if
she
had
his
blood
in
her
veins
.
