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These two persons had been after her father's money.

The best thing she could do was to forget all about them.
"After papa's money?
I don't understand," poor Flora de Barral had murmured, and lay still as if trying to think it out in the silence and shadows of the room where only a night-light was burning.

Then she had a long shivering fit while holding tight the hand of Mrs.Fyne whose patient immobility by the bedside of that brutally murdered childhood did infinite honour to her humanity.