"I said I couldn't marry him."
Again the fire flamed in his eyes.
"We'll see about that—can't, eh? Who says you can't?"
"I shall never marry him," she said doggedly. "Never!"
She saw then, as in a dream, the man's huge face draw near to hers, and his eyes, fastened on hers, narrowed each to a pinpoint of light, like sparks glowing among the dead gray embers of a hearth.
"Oh, that's it, is it?" he sneered, mocking her. "You're not going to marry him, eh? Do you think I'd have kept you here, a fraud like you, if I hadn't meant you should? I knew what you were long ago. I knew, too, that David loved you. That's why I didn't turn you into the street. Now listen! You know the man that did this forgery—that fellow Mapleson. He's been like a father to you, hasn't he?"
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