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Chapter 51

           ‘Youhavethestorythere.Hepointedimpatientlytothepapersashespoke.

           ‘Imusthaveithere,too,’saidMr.Brownlow,lookingrounduponthelisteners.

           ‘Listenthen!You!’returnedMonks.‘HisfatherbeingtakenillatRome,wasjoinedbyhiswife,mymother,fromwhomhehadbeenlongseparated,whowentfromParisandtookmewithhertolookafterhisproperty,forwhatIknow,forshehadnogreataffectionforhim,norheforher.Heknewnothingofus,forhissensesweregone,andheslumberedontillnextday,whenhedied.Amongthepapersinhisdesk,weretwo,datedonthenighthisillnessfirstcameon,directedtoyourself’;headdressedhimselftoMr.Brownlow;‘andenclosedinafewshortlinestoyou,withanintimationonthecoverofthepackagethatitwasnottobeforwardedtillafterhewasdead.OneofthesepaperswasalettertothisgirlAgnes;theotherawill.

           ‘Whatoftheletter?’askedMr.Brownlow.

           ‘Theletter?Asheetofpapercrossedandcrossedagain,withapenitentconfession,andprayerstoGodtohelpher.Hehadpalmedataleonthegirlthatsomesecretmysterytobeexplainedonedaypreventedhismarryingherjustthen;andsoshehadgoneon,trustingpatientlytohim,untilshetrustedtoofar,andlostwhatnonecouldevergiveherback.Shewas,atthattime,withinafewmonthsofherconfinement.

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