She was at an up-stairs window; she saw him alight; she guessed

the truth with an instinctive flash. She stood in the middle of

the drawing-room, as if arrested in her first impulse to rush

downstairs, and as if by the same restraining thought she had

been turned to stone; so white and immoveable was she.

'Oh! don't tell me! I know it from your face! You would have

sent--you would not have left him--if he were alive! Oh papa,

papa!'




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