"I would come and speak to you personally; but I dare not leave Norah. I
must try to control myself; I must try to write.
"Nothing happened yesterday to prepare me or to prepare Norah for this
last--I had almost said, this worst--of all our afflictions. The only
alteration we either of us noticed in the unhappy girl was an alteration
for the better when we parted for the night. She kissed me, which she
has not done latterly; and she burst out crying when she embraced her
sister next. We had so little suspicion of the truth that we thought
these signs of renewed tenderness and affection a promise of better
things for the future.
"This morning, when her sister went into her room, it was empty, and
a note in her handwriting, addressed to Norah, was lying on the
dressing-table. I cannot prevail on Norah to part with the note; I can
only send you the inclosed copy of it. You will see that it affords no
clew to the direction she has taken.
"Knowing the value of time, in this dreadful emergency, I examined her
room, and (with my sister's help) questioned the servants immediately on
the news of her absence reaching me. Her wardrobe was empty; and all her
boxes but one, which she has evidently taken away with her, are empty,
too.
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