It had seemed
no use trying. I just wanted her dead, that you might marry a wife
who would be a help and not a stumbling-block. Well, I should have
my wish, for she would soon be as good as dead, both to you and to
me.
"All this hurt me deeply, and I could not restrain myself from
crying. I felt so helpless, and so doubtful whether I had not done
more harm than good. Then she softened a little, and asked me to
let her go to bed--she would think it all over and write to me in
the morning....
"So, my dear William, I can only pray and wait. I am afraid there
is but little hope, but God is merciful and strong. He may yet save
us all.
"But whatever happens, remember that you have nothing to reproach
yourself with--that you have done all that man could do. I should
telegraph to you in the morning to say, 'Come, at all hazards,' but
that I feel sure all will be settled to-morrow one way or the
other. Either Kitty will start with me--or she will go with
Geoffrey Cliffe. You could do nothing--absolutely nothing. God help
us! She seems to have some money, and she told me that she counted
on retaining her jointure.
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