She had been on the
very verge of betraying Leslie's secret.
"Knew what a woman feels about it," she concluded
lamely.
"I think I do know. I've looked at the matter from
every point of view--and I've been driven to the
conclusion that it is my duty to tell Leslie that I
believe it is possible that Dick can be restored to
himself; there my responsibility ends. It will be for
her to decide what she will do."
"I don't think you've any right to put such a
responsibility on her. She has enough to bear. She is
poor--how could she afford such an operation?"
"That is for her to decide," persisted Gilbert
stubbornly.
"You say you think that Dick can be cured. But are you
SURE of it?"
"Certainly not. Nobody could be sure of such a thing.
There may have been lesions of the brain itself, the
effect of which can never be removed. But if, as I
believe, his loss of memory and other faculties is due
merely to the pressure on the brain centers of certain
depressed areas of bone, then he can be cured."
"But it's only a possibility!" insisted Anne.
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