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In
spite
of
Butler
's
rage
and
his
determination
to
do
many
things
to
the
financier
,
if
he
could
,
he
was
so
wrought
up
and
shocked
by
the
attitude
of
Aileen
that
he
could
scarcely
believe
he
was
the
same
man
he
had
been
twenty-four
hours
before
.
She
was
so
nonchalant
,
so
defiant
.
He
had
expected
to
see
her
wilt
completely
when
confronted
with
her
guilt
.
Instead
,
he
found
,
to
his
despair
,
after
they
were
once
safely
out
of
the
house
,
that
he
had
aroused
a
fighting
quality
in
the
girl
which
was
not
incomparable
to
his
own
.
She
had
some
of
his
own
and
Owen
's
grit
.
She
sat
beside
him
in
the
little
runabout
--
not
his
own
--
in
which
he
was
driving
her
home
,
her
face
coloring
and
blanching
by
turns
,
as
different
waves
of
thought
swept
over
her
,
determined
to
stand
her
ground
now
that
her
father
had
so
plainly
trapped
her
,
to
declare
for
Cowperwood
and
her
love
and
her
position
in
general
.
What
did
she
care
,
she
asked
herself
,
what
her
father
thought
now
?
She
was
in
this
thing
.
She
loved
Cowperwood
;
she
was
permanently
disgraced
in
her
father
's
eyes
.
What
difference
could
it
all
make
now
?
He
had
fallen
so
low
in
his
parental
feeling
as
to
spy
on
her
and
expose
her
before
other
men
--
strangers
,
detectives
,
Cowperwood
.
What
real
affection
could
she
have
for
him
after
this
?
He
had
made
a
mistake
,
according
to
her
.
He
had
done
a
foolish
and
a
contemptible
thing
,
which
was
not
warranted
however
bad
her
actions
might
have
been
.
What
could
he
hope
to
accomplish
by
rushing
in
on
her
in
this
way
and
ripping
the
veil
from
her
very
soul
before
these
other
men
--
these
crude
detectives
?
Oh
,
the
agony
of
that
walk
from
the
bedroom
to
the
reception-room
!
She
would
never
forgive
her
father
for
this
--
never
,
never
,
never
!
He
had
now
killed
her
love
for
him
--
that
was
what
she
felt
.
It
was
to
be
a
battle
royal
between
them
from
now
on
.
As
they
rode
--
in
complete
silence
for
a
while
--
her
hands
clasped
and
unclasped
defiantly
,
her
nails
cutting
her
palms
,
and
her
mouth
hardened
.
It
is
an
open
question
whether
raw
opposition
ever
accomplishes
anything
of
value
in
this
world
.
It
seems
so
inherent
in
this
mortal
scheme
of
things
that
it
appears
to
have
a
vast
validity
.
It
is
more
than
likely
that
we
owe
this
spectacle
called
life
to
it
,
and
that
this
can
be
demonstrated
scientifically
;
but
when
that
is
said
and
done
,
what
is
the
value
?
What
is
the
value
of
the
spectacle
?
And
what
the
value
of
a
scene
such
as
this
enacted
between
Aileen
and
her
father
?
The
old
man
saw
nothing
for
it
,
as
they
rode
on
,
save
a
grim
contest
between
them
which
could
end
in
what
?
What
could
he
do
with
her
?
They
were
riding
away
fresh
from
this
awful
catastrophe
,
and
she
was
not
saying
a
word
!
She
had
even
asked
him
why
he
had
come
there
!
How
was
he
to
subdue
her
,
when
the
very
act
of
trapping
her
had
failed
to
do
so
?
His
ruse
,
while
so
successful
materially
,
had
failed
so
utterly
spiritually
.
They
reached
the
house
,
and
Aileen
got
out
.
The
old
man
,
too
nonplussed
to
wish
to
go
further
at
this
time
,
drove
back
to
his
office
.
He
then
went
out
and
walked
--
a
peculiar
thing
for
him
to
do
;
he
had
done
nothing
like
that
in
years
and
years
--
walking
to
think
.
Coming
to
an
open
Catholic
church
,
he
went
in
and
prayed
for
enlightenment
,
the
growing
dusk
of
the
interior
,
the
single
everlasting
lamp
before
the
repository
of
the
chalice
,
and
the
high
,
white
altar
set
with
candles
soothing
his
troubled
feelings
.
He
came
out
of
the
church
after
a
time
and
returned
home
.
Aileen
did
not
appear
at
dinner
,
and
he
could
not
eat
.
He
went
into
his
private
room
and
shut
the
door
--
thinking
,
thinking
,
thinking
.
The
dreadful
spectacle
of
Aileen
in
a
house
of
ill
repute
burned
in
his
brain
.
To
think
that
Cowperwood
should
have
taken
her
to
such
a
place
--
his
Aileen
,
his
and
his
wife
's
pet
.
In
spite
of
his
prayers
,
his
uncertainty
,
her
opposition
,
the
puzzling
nature
of
the
situation
,
she
must
be
got
out
of
this
.
She
must
go
away
for
a
while
,
give
the
man
up
,
and
then
the
law
should
run
its
course
with
him
.
In
all
likelihood
Cowperwood
would
go
to
the
penitentiary
--
if
ever
a
man
richly
deserved
to
go
,
it
was
he
.
Butler
would
see
that
no
stone
was
left
unturned
.
He
would
make
it
a
personal
issue
,
if
necessary
.
All
he
had
to
do
was
to
let
it
be
known
in
judicial
circles
that
he
wanted
it
so
.
He
could
not
suborn
a
jury
,
that
would
be
criminal
;
but
he
could
see
that
the
case
was
properly
and
forcefully
presented
;
and
if
Cowperwood
were
convicted
,
Heaven
help
him
.
The
appeal
of
his
financial
friends
would
not
save
him
.
The
judges
of
the
lower
and
superior
courts
knew
on
which
side
their
bread
was
buttered
.
They
would
strain
a
point
in
favor
of
the
highest
political
opinion
of
the
day
,
and
he
certainly
could
influence
that
.
Aileen
meanwhile
was
contemplating
the
peculiar
nature
of
her
situation
.
In
spite
of
their
silence
on
the
way
home
,
she
knew
that
a
conversation
was
coming
with
her
father
.
It
had
to
be
.
He
would
want
her
to
go
somewhere
.
Most
likely
he
would
revive
the
European
trip
in
some
form
--
she
now
suspected
the
invitation
of
Mrs.
Mollenhauer
as
a
trick
;
and
she
had
to
decide
whether
she
would
go
.
Would
she
leave
Cowperwood
just
when
he
was
about
to
be
tried
?
She
was
determined
she
would
not
.
She
wanted
to
see
what
was
going
to
happen
to
him
.
She
would
leave
home
first
--
run
to
some
relative
,
some
friend
,
some
stranger
,
if
necessary
,
and
ask
to
be
taken
in
.
She
had
some
money
--
a
little
.
Her
father
had
always
been
very
liberal
with
her
.
She
could
take
a
few
clothes
and
disappear
.
They
would
be
glad
enough
to
send
for
her
after
she
had
been
gone
awhile
.
Her
mother
would
be
frantic
;
Norah
and
Callum
and
Owen
would
be
beside
themselves
with
wonder
and
worry
;
her
father
--
she
could
see
him
.
Maybe
that
would
bring
him
to
his
senses
.
In
spite
of
all
her
emotional
vagaries
,
she
was
the
pride
and
interest
of
this
home
,
and
she
knew
it
.
It
was
in
this
direction
that
her
mind
was
running
when
her
father
,
a
few
days
after
the
dreadful
exposure
in
the
Sixth
Street
house
,
sent
for
her
to
come
to
him
in
his
room
.
He
had
come
home
from
his
office
very
early
in
the
afternoon
,
hoping
to
find
Aileen
there
,
in
order
that
he
might
have
a
private
interview
with
her
,
and
by
good
luck
found
her
in
.
She
had
had
no
desire
to
go
out
into
the
world
these
last
few
days
--
she
was
too
expectant
of
trouble
to
come
.
She
had
just
written
Cowperwood
asking
for
a
rendezvous
out
on
the
Wissahickon
the
following
afternoon
,
in
spite
of
the
detectives
.
She
must
see
him
.
Her
father
,
she
said
,
had
done
nothing
;
but
she
was
sure
he
would
attempt
to
do
something
.
She
wanted
to
talk
to
Cowperwood
about
that
.
"
I
've
been
thinkin
'
about
ye
,
Aileen
,
and
what
ought
to
be
done
in
this
case
,
"
began
her
father
without
preliminaries
of
any
kind
once
they
were
in
his
"
office
room
"
in
the
house
together
.
"
You
're
on
the
road
to
ruin
if
any
one
ever
was
.
I
tremble
when
I
think
of
your
immortal
soul
.
I
want
to
do
somethin'
for
ye
,
my
child
,
before
it
's
too
late
.
I
've
been
reproachin
'
myself
for
the
last
month
and
more
,
thinkin
'
,
perhaps
,
it
was
somethin'
I
had
done
,
or
maybe
had
failed
to
do
,
aither
me
or
your
mother
,
that
has
brought
ye
to
the
place
where
ye
are
to-day
.
Needless
to
say
,
it
's
on
me
conscience
,
me
child
.
It
's
a
heartbroken
man
you
're
lookin
'
at
this
day
.
I
'll
never
be
able
to
hold
me
head
up
again
.
Oh
,
the
shame
--
the
shame
!
That
I
should
have
lived
to
see
it
!
"
