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"Father said I was named for my mother and my grandmother, Delight Lee."
There was a gasp from the stately old lady in the chair. With
convulsive grasp she caught and held the girl's wrist.
"Your father was Ralph Hathaway?"
"Yes," was the wondering reply. "How did you know?"
No answer came.
"Mother!" cried Mrs. Galbraith, coming swiftly to her side and bending
over the form crumpled against the pillows.
Her face, too, was pale, and even Mr. Galbraith looked startled.
"Don't take on so, mother," her daughter whispered. "Control yourself
if you can. There may be some mistake. It is unlikely that--"
"There is no mistake," came in a hollow voice from the woman huddled in
the chair, who regarded Delight with frightened eyes. "She is my
daughter's child, sent by the mercy of heaven that I might make amends
before I went down into the grave."
Tense silence followed the assertion.
"Did your father never tell you anything, my dear, of his marriage?"
went on Madam Lee in a tone that although firmer still trembled.
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