Sanctuary by Edith Wharton
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"Your fault? Denis!"
"She wouldn't take the money--" He broke off, checked by her awakened glance. "The money? What money?" Her face changed, hardening as his relaxed. "Had you offered her _money_ to give up the case?" He stared a moment, and then dismissed the implication with a laugh. "No--no; after the case was decided against her. She seemed hard up, and I sent Hinton to her with a cheque." "And she refused it?" "Yes." "What did she say?" "Oh, I don't know--the usual thing. That she'd only wanted to prove she was his wife--on the child's account. That she'd never wanted his money. Hinton said she was very quiet--not in the least excited--but she sent back the cheque." Kate sat motionless, her head bent, her hands clasped about her knees. She no longer looked at Peyton. "Could there have been a mistake?" she asked slowly. "A mistake?" |
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