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Philip had always loved me. I saw my way. I would ignore the stigma on the family, I would marry Philip and carry what joy I could to him and his mother. My father tried to restrain me. He called me martyr, sacrifice, and all the rest, but I married--and I know I took comfort into poor Mrs. Dale's life, and--I never doubted what I did for Philip. But-- Ruth whispered the horrible secret--
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John Dale _took_ the money for--Philip! He never wanted it for himself. He never used one dollar of it. It was Philip who ran the family honour, and his own, into danger--he made it seem to John that to tide him over the critical hour would be to save them all and bring no harm. But he was wrong. The crash came. John never cringed under the blow. To his simple nature the mere act was enough. He did not try to shield himself by one word of explanation--he went away!