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“Yes, you are; but I want to speak to you first. Where is my father?”
“Out on horseback.”
“And my mother?”
“In the yard, I think, with the poultry.”
“I can go in, then, without her seeing me?”
They walked in together, and Tom, entering the parlor, said to Maggie, “Come in here.”
She obeyed, and he closed the door behind her.
“Now, Maggie, tell me this instant everything that has passed between you and Philip Wakem.”
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