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“Insinuations?” he repeated.
“Yes,” I declared, in an agony between my longing to hear him vindicate himself and the desire to be true to the obligations I was under to Ada Reynolds. “Insinuations of the worst, the most terrible, character.” Then, as I saw him fall back, stricken in something more than his pride, I hastened to inquire: “Have you an enemy in town, Mr. Pollard?”
He composed himself with a start, looked at me fixedly, and replied in what struck me as a strange tone even for such an occasion as this:
“Perhaps.”
“One who out of revenge,” I proceeded, “might be induced to attach your name to suspicions calculated to rob you of honor, if not life?”
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