THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
and looked at him, her eyes shining, her heart in her face, her hands outstretched.
"Oh, Anthony, Anthony!" she said softly, "you are redeemed!"
He took her hands and bent his forehead on them, and drew in his breath sharply in a sob of relief. Then he turned and went past Priscilla swiftly.
She stood a moment, tottering, like one dazzled by a sudden stroke of lightning, then she walked to the couch and faced her mother. The glory still rested on Mrs. Martin's face.
"Mother, mother!" Priscilla whispered in horror.
Mrs. Martin looked at her absently.
"Mother—you love Anthony!"
Mrs. Martin started as if struck.
"You do—I saw it then, a moment ago, in your face!"
"Well?"
"You don't deny it?"
Mrs. Martin looked her daughter squarely in the eye, measuring her.
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