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MARGARET'S PERIL. Margaret double-locked her door, and stood listening with the book clutched fast in her hand. Drop by drop her blood gurgled from her heart--her hair bristled. What had she done? She had thrown the gauntlet at him; henceforth there should be no quarter. She thought it all out in that breathless watch for the result. She knew that she had given herself over to his sworn vengeance; that she would be cut down from his path like a noxious weed; that the battle which was coming would be a _battle for h…