"You must not, for I love him," she moaned, despairingly.
"You force me to believe that Mrs. Desmond was right, and that you are a lost and guilty creature," he said scathingly.
A long, low wail came from her lips, then she bowed her head and remained silent.
"Do you still persist in this obstinate silence?" he asked.
"I must," she answered faintly.
"Go, then," he thundered at her, "you are no child of mine. I refuse you the shelter of my home, my name, and my heart. I cannot believe that you are the child of my innocent little Golden. Go, and never let me see your face again."
And with the cruel words he turned and left the room.
[CHAPTER XXXVI.]
Little Golden stared at the closing door through which her father had vanished, with blank, terror-filled eyes. To have found him and lost him like this was too terrible.