"You are in rather deep, my friend," cried Drew. "I'll grant you that." Other hot words passed between them, but I did not listen. I had turned to Mary Will. "Whatever happens," I said, "I shan't forget what you tried to do for me." "Oh--it was all wrong," she whispered. "I see that now. I have harmed you dreadfully--and I only meant to help. I did it on the spur of the moment. Why I did it I can't imagine." "Can't you? I can. Your first instinct was to protect the man you love." "No--no," she protested. "…
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