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`YouneedhavenofearofMissFairlie，’Icontinued，`andnofearofgettingintotroublethroughtheletter。Sheknowssomuchaboutitalready，thatyouwillhavenodifficultintellingherall。Therecanbelittlenecessityforconcealmentwherethereishardlyanythinglefttoconceal。
Youmentionnonamesintheletter；butMissFairlieknowsthatthepersonyouwriteofisSirPercivalGlyde——’
TheinstantIpronouncedthatnameshestartedtoherfeet，andascreamburstfromherthatrangthroughthechurchyard，andmademyheartleapinmewiththeterrorofit。Thedarkdeformityoftheexpressionwhichhadjustleftherfaceloweredonitoncemore，withdoubledandtrebledintensity。Theshriekatthename，thereiteratedlookofhatredandfearthatinstantlyfollowed，toldall。Notevenalastdoubtnowremained。
HermotherwasguiltlessofimprisoningherintheAsylum。Amanhadshutherup——andthatmanwasSirPercivalGlyde。