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rst of all--and always--that you have made a man so happy that if no more joy can come to him on earth, he could die now--as far as he himself is concerned--blessing God for his life. I never imagined that love could be so perfect. You have taught me. God reward you--God watch over you. If I die, you will be very sad--that will be the bitterness to me, if I have time to know it. But this is my last prayer to you--to be comforted by this remembrance--of what you have done for me--what you have been to me. And in time, my precious one, comfort will come. There may be a child--if so, you will love it for us both. But if not, you must still take comfort. You must be willing, for my sake, to be comforted. And remember:--don't be angry with me, darling--if in years to come, another true love, and another home should be offered you, don't refuse them--Nelly! You were born to be loved. And if my spirit lives, and understands; what could it feel but joy that your sorrow was healed--my best beloved! 'This will be given to you only if I die. With the deepest gratitude and the tenderest love that a man can feel, I bid you good-bye--my precious wife--good-bye!' He put it up with a steady hand, and addressed it first to Nelly, enclosing it in a larger envelope addressed to his oldest friend, a school-fellow, who had been his best man at their marriage. Then he stole downstairs, unlocked the front door, and crossing the road in the moonlight, he put the letter into the wall post-box on the further side. And before re-entering the house, he stood a minute or two in the road, letting the fresh wind from the fells beat upon his face, and trying the while to stamp on memory the little white house where Nelly lay, the trees overhanging it, the mountain tops beyond the garden wall. CHAPTER V 'Is Mrs. Sarratt in?' asked Miss Martin of Mrs. Weston's little maid, Milly. Milly wore a look of animation, as of one who has been finding the world interesting. 'She's gone a walk--over the bridge, Miss.' 'Has she had news of Mr. Sarratt?' 'Yes, Miss,' said the girl eagerly. 'He's all right. Mrs. Sarratt got a telegram just a couple of hours ago.' 'And you think I shall find her by the lake?' Milly thought so. Then advancing a step, she said confidentially-- 'She's been dreadfully upset this two days, Miss. Not that she'd say anything. But she's looked------' 'I know. I saw her yesterday.' 'And it's been a job to
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