And she came
to him, her face alight with eager curiosity, and crying, "Tell me all
about it!"
She listened, almost dumb with amazement. "And you said that to my
father!" she exclaimed again and again. "And to Mr. Hickman! And to
old Mr. Curtis! Samuel! Samuel!"
"It was all true, Miss Gladys," he insisted.
"Yes," she said--"but--to say it to them!"
"They turned me out of the church," he went on. "Had they a right to
do that?"
"I don't know," she answered. "Oh, my, what a time there will be!"
"And what are you going to do now?" she asked after a pause.
"I don't know. I wanted to talk about it with you."
"But what do you think of doing?"
"I must expose them to the people."
Miss Gladys looked at him quickly. "Oh, no, Samuel," she said--"you
mustn't do that!"
"Why not, Miss Gladys?"
"Because--it wouldn't do."
"But Miss Gladys--"
"It wouldn't be decent, Samuel. And it's so much more effective to
talk with people privately, as you have been doing."
"But who else is there to talk to?"
"Why, I don't know. We'll have to think."
"It's your father and Mr. Hickman I have to deal with, Miss Gladys.
And they won't listen to me any more!"
"Perhaps not. But, then, see how much you have done already!"
"What have I done?"
"Think how ashamed you have made them!"
"But what difference does that make, Miss Gladys? Don't you see
they've still got the money they've taken?"
There was a pause.
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