My resolution
has failed me. The horror of marrying him is more than I can face. I
have left Aldborough. Pity my weakness, and forget me. Let us never meet
again."
With throbbing heart, with eager, trembling fingers, she drew her little
white silk bag from her bosom and took out the banknotes to inclose
them in the letter. Her hand searched impetuously; her hand had lost its
discrimination of touch. She grasped the whole contents of the bag in
one handful of papers, and drew them out violently, tearing some and
disarranging the folds of others. As she threw them down before her on
the table, the first object that met her eye was her own handwriting,
faded already with time. She looked closer, and saw the words she
had copied from her dead father's letter--saw the lawyer's brief and
terrible commentary on them confronting her at the bottom of the page:
_Mr. Vanstone's daughters are Nobody's Children, and the law leaves them
helpless at their uncle's mercy._
Her throbbing heart stopped; her trembling hands grew icily quiet. All
the Past rose before her in mute, overwhelming reproach. She took up the
lines which her own hand had written hardly a minute since, and looked
at the ink, still wet on the letters, with a vacant incredulity.
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