Floating in
Margaret's mind beside the quiet noble face of her father, with its
stamp of ability and kindliness, was another face--the face of the man
who had talked to her in the settlement house, not as Margaret Ormsby
daughter of David Ormsby of the plough trust but as a woman who could
serve his ends and whom he meant should serve. The vision in her mind
haunted her and she listened indifferently to the talk of her father.
She felt that the stern face of the young lawyer with its strong mouth
and its air of command was as something impending and tried to get
back the feeling of dislike she had felt when first he thrust himself
in at the settlement house door. She succeeded only in recalling
certain firm lines of purpose that offset and tempered the brutality
of his face.
Sitting there in the restaurant opposite her father, where day after
day they had tried so hard to build a real partnership in existence,
Margaret suddenly burst into tears.
"I have met a man who has compelled me to do what I did not want to
do," she explained to the astonished man and then smiled at him
through the tears that glistened in her eyes.
CHAPTER II
In Chicago the Ormsbys lived in a large stone house in Drexel
Boulevard. The house had a history. It was owned by a banker who was a
large stockholder and one of the directors of the plough trust.
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