He did love
you, Mrs. Trenchard, more truly than I had believed it in his power
to love any one. I think you could have made him happy--therefore I
did not wish you to meet again."
There was a pause. Maggie said at last:
"Were there no other letters?"
"Yes," said Miss Warlock. "One this summer. For more than a year
there was nothing; then this summer, a little one. I destroyed that
too."
"What did it say?" asked Maggie.
"It said that the woman to whom he had been married was dead. He
said that if you didn't answer this letter he would understand that
you would not want to hear from him any more. He had been very ill."
"Where did he write that?"
"In Paris."
"And where is he now?"
"I don't know. I have heard from him no more."
Maggie got up and stood, her head raised as though listening for
something.
"You've been very cruel, Miss Warlock," she said.
"Perhaps I have," said Miss Warlock. "But you cannot judge until you
know with what reason I hated my brother. It is a very old story.
However, now I hate no one. I will not apologise for what I have
done. I do not want your forgiveness.
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