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But you can spare--her.

Tell her the truth, and in common fairness let her judge for herself--not rush blindfold into such a web." Max shook his head.
"You know I can't do that," he replied quietly.
Baroni threw out his arms in despair.
"I would tell her the whole truth myself--but for the memory of one who is dead." Sudden tears dimmed the fierce old eyes.