And I
do, you know," she went on quickly. "Nothing on earth shall take me
from Zenas Henry! I worried a good deal lest Madam L--lest my
grandmother should insist that I spend part of my time with her. But
that is all settled now. I can keep up my friendship with the
Galbraith family by calls and short visits, and everything will go on
as before. I don't want anything changed."
The young man saw her draw in her chin proudly. "Of course I have
forgiven my grandmother," she went on, "but I never can forget that she
made my mother's life unhappy and that she was unkind to my father. So
I never wish to accept any favors from any of them."
"But the Galbraiths are not to blame for the past," ventured Bob, his
loyalty instantly in arms.
"No. But they are Lees."
"Your grandmother was sorry--bitterly sorry," urged the young man in a
persuasive tone. "It was probably her regret that caused her death."
The girl nodded sadly.
"I know," she said. "I realize she lived to regret what she had done.
I am not blaming her. But for all that, she never can mean to me what
she might have meant.
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