CHAPTER III.
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ARABELLA CRANE ENTERED THE ROOM: Darrell hesitated—the remembrances attached to her were so painful and repugnant. But did he not now owe to her perhaps his very life? He passed his hand rapidly over his brow, as if to sweep away all earlier recollections, and, advancing quickly, extended that hand to her. The stern woman shook her head, and rejected the proffered greeting.
“You owe me no thanks,” she said, in her harsh, ungracious acc