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"
Not
on
the
very
day
of
Sir
Charles
's
death
?
"
The
flush
had
faded
in
an
instant
,
and
a
deathly
face
was
before
me
.
Her
dry
lips
could
not
speak
the
"
No
"
which
I
saw
rather
than
heard
.
"
Surely
your
memory
deceives
you
,
"
said
I.
"
I
could
even
quote
a
passage
of
your
letter
.
It
ran
'
Please
,
please
,
as
you
are
a
gentleman
,
burn
this
letter
,
and
be
at
the
gate
by
ten
o'clock
.
'
"
I
thought
that
she
had
fainted
,
but
she
recovered
herself
by
a
supreme
effort
.
"
Is
there
no
such
thing
as
a
gentleman
?
"
she
gasped
.
"
You
do
Sir
Charles
an
injustice
.
He
did
burn
the
letter
.
But
sometimes
a
letter
may
be
legible
even
when
burned
.
You
acknowledge
now
that
you
wrote
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
did
write
it
,
"
she
cried
,
pouring
out
her
soul
in
a
torrent
of
words
.
"
I
did
write
it
.
Why
should
I
deny
it
?
I
have
no
reason
to
be
ashamed
of
it
.
I
wished
him
to
help
me
.
I
believed
that
if
I
had
an
interview
I
could
gain
his
help
,
so
I
asked
him
to
meet
me
.
"
"
But
why
at
such
an
hour
?
"
"
Because
I
had
only
just
learned
that
he
was
going
to
London
next
day
and
might
be
away
for
months
.
There
were
reasons
why
I
could
not
get
there
earlier
.
"
"
But
why
a
rendezvous
in
the
garden
instead
of
a
visit
to
the
house
?
"
