“I will have no more of that,” she said, haughtily. “But what do you mean? From what is it not too late to save me? Why are you about to resign your guardianship of me?”
“To answer your last question will be to reply to all—because I was appointed as guardian to Adam Brewster’s daughter, but—you are no child of the late banker!”
CHAPTER XV.
AN APPALLING SECRET.
Allison regarded her companion in silent astonishment for a full minute after his astounding communication.
“I do not understand you,” she said, at last, and she looked as if she had not in the least comprehended his statement.
“I have told you that you are not the daughter of Adam Brewster,” John Hubbard stolidly reasserted.
An incredulous expression swept over the girl’s beautiful face.