You have sold your birthright, and if you succeed in your investment
it will be because there is no God in the universe. Mark my
prediction, the marriage you are making cannot possibly result in
happiness--it cannot, because you'll never be able to wipe this other
thing from your soul."
Mostyn shrank into his chair. "I wouldn't take this from any one else,
Jarvis," he said, almost in a piteous whine. "You have got me down.
I'm in no shape for any sort of resentment."
"You got yourself where you are," Saunders ran on, fiercely. "If I am
indignant, I can't help it. I would give my right arm to help that
poor child, and this powerlessness to act when her suffering is so
great drives me to absolute frankness."
"What is the use to talk more of it?" Mostyn said, desperately. "We
are getting nowhere."
"There is something else, and I must speak of it," Saunders said, more
calmly. "I happen to know the character of Dolly's father perhaps
better than you do, and I must tell you, Mostyn, that he is the most
dangerous man I ever met. It is my duty to put you on your guard.
There is bound to be more or less talk up there, for there are a great
many meddlers, and Tom Drake is more than apt to hear of this thing.
If he does, Mostyn, an army couldn't stop him.
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