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THE STORY CONTINUED BY VINCENT GILMORE-11
This morning I spoke to Laura as I had promised. The composure—I may almost say, the insensibility—which she has so strangely and so resolutely maintained ever since Sir Percival left us, was not proof against the shock of the news I had to tell her. She turned pale and trembled violently. "Not so soon!" she pleaded. "Oh, Marian, not so soon!" The slightest hint she could give was enough for me. I rose to leave the room, and fight her battle for her at once with Mr. Fairlie. Just as my hand was on the door, she caught fast hold of my dress and stopped me. "Let me go!" I said. "My tongue burns to tell your uncle that he and Sir Percival are not to have it all their own way." She sighed bitterly, and still held my dress. "No!" she said faintly. "Too late, Marian, too late!" "Not a min
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