A Fair Fraud — page 173: what you’re looking at

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162 A Fair Fraud shall have it to-morrow evening. It is not, * believe me, in asking me for money that your humiliation lies!’ He moved towards the door. ‘I will go and write to my bankers at once; it only wants twenty minutes to post time.’ ‘ How am I to thank you?’ she murmured. ‘Pray do not add to my deep and unspeak- able pain by endeavouring to do so. I want no thanks from you.’ The door opened, and softly closed behind him, and he was gone.' Then only, when she was left alone, did Hester realise at what a price she had bought his safety! For Kenneth would never know the truth. He would never know that his life had been in danger, and that a murderer had been prowl- ing about his father’s woods ready to put an end to his brief career should he have refused to comply with her demands, nor that his own ~ money, transferred through her hands, would avert the bullet that was even now destined for his heart ! This was what Hester could never tell him, and what, therefore, he would never understand. All he saw was that the idol he had worshipped had fallen from her pedestal, and that in lieu of love he had nothing for her now but contempt and aversion—or what at least seemed to him to be aversion—for how GOMMGIOO <S (GO) nn