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Chapter 37

           

           "Suchacourseofactionwouldbeimpossibletome,Mavis,"—Isaidsomewhatcoldly—"ThePrinceRimânezismybestfriend—nomaneverhadabetter;—andhisloyaltytomehasbeenputtoaseveretestunderwhichmostmenwouldhavefailed.Ihavenottoldyouall."

           AndIrelatedinafewwordsthesceneIhadwitnessedbetweenmywifeandLuciointhemusic-galleryatWillowsmere.Shelistened—butwithanevidenteffort—andpushingbackherclusteringhairfromherbrowsshesighedheavily.

           "Iamsorry—butitdoesnotaltermyconviction!"—shesaid—"Ilookuponyourbestfriendasyourworstfoe.AndIfeelyoudonotrealizetheawfulcalamityofyourwife’sdeathinitstrueaspect.WillyouforgivemeifIaskyoutoleavemenow?——LadySibyl’sletterhasaffectedmeterribly—IfeelIcannotspeakaboutitanymore....IwishIhadnotreadit...."

           Shebrokeoffwithalittlehalf-suppressedsob—Isawshewasunnerved,andtakingthemanuscriptfromherhand,Isaidhalf-banteringly—

           "Youcannotthensuggestanepitaphformywife’smonument?"

           Sheturneduponmewithagrandgestureofreproach.

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