That's why I went away."
"Why did you go away?" I cried. "You went to see the world and make
money----"
"I went because I loved the girl and you did, too," said Tim. And
looking into those quiet eyes, I knew that he spoke the truth and I had
been blind all this time. "Weston knew it," he went on. "He saw it
from the first. That's why he helped me."
"You are not at all an egotist," I sneered, trying to bear up against
him.
"Entirely so," he said calmly. "I even thought that I might win, Mark.
But then I had so much and you so little chance, I went away to forget.
Weston knew that. He knew, too, that there was no Edith Parker."
"And what has Edith Parker to do with all this?" I asked more gently,
for he was breaking down my barriers.
"She might have done much for you had I not come back when Weston was
shot. Couldn't you see, Mark, how angry Mary was with me for
forgetting her? But Weston knew it. And that night--that minute--I
only wanted to explain to Mary, and she saw it all, Mark, and I saw it
all--and we forgot.
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