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A Rescue and a Catastrophe

           Someoftheseweredatedtenyearsback,too,andonewasquiteafreshone—anoteforathousandpoundswhichLordSteynehadgivenher.

           "Didhegiveyouthis?"Rawdonsaid.

           "Yes,"Rebeccaanswered.

           "I’llsendittohimto-day,"Rawdonsaid(fordayhaddawnedagain,andmanyhourshadpassedinthissearch),"andIwillpayBriggs,whowaskindtotheboy,andsomeofthedebts.YouwillletmeknowwhereIshallsendtheresttoyou.Youmighthavesparedmeahundredpounds,Becky,outofallthis—Ihavealwayssharedwithyou."

           "Iaminnocent,"saidBecky.Andheleftherwithoutanotherword.

           Whatwereherthoughtswhenhelefther?Sheremainedforhoursafterhewasgone,thesunshinepouringintotheroom,andRebeccasittingaloneonthebed’sedge.Thedrawerswereallopenedandtheircontentsscatteredabout—dressesandfeathers,scarfsandtrinkets,aheapoftumbledvanitieslyinginawreck.Herhairwasfallingoverhershoulders;hergownwastornwhereRawdonhadwrenchedthebrilliantsoutofit.Sheheardhimgodownstairsafewminutesafterhelefther,andthedoorslammingandclosingonhim.Sheknewhewouldnevercomeback.Hewasgoneforever.Wouldhekillhimself?—shethought—notuntilafterhehadmetLordSteyne.Shethoughtofherlongpastlife,andallthedismalincidentsofit

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