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  shouldneverreveal!So,withalittleunreallaugh,shereplied,“Oh!Mary,mydear!don’ttalkabouteating。We’vethebestofeverything,andplentyofit,formyhusbandisingoodwork。I’dsuchasupperbeforeIcameout。Icouldn’ttouchamorselifyouhadit。“HerwordsshotastrangepangthroughMary’sheart。Shehadalwaysrememberedheraunt’slovingandunselfishdisposition;howwasitchanged,if,livinginplenty,shehadneverthoughtitworthwhiletoaskafterrelationswhowereallbutstarving!Sheshutupherheartinstinctivelyagainstheraunt。AndallthetimepoorEstherwasswallowinghersobs,andover-actingherpart,andcontrollingherselfmorethanshehaddoneformanyalongday,inorderthatherniecemightnotbeshockedandrevolted,bytheknowledgeofwhatheraunthadbecome:——aprostitute;anoutcast。Shehadlongedtoopenherwretched,wretchedheart,sohopeless,soabandonedbyalllivingthings,toonewhohadlovedheronce;andyetsherefrained,fromdreadoftheavertedeye,thealteredvoice,theinternalloathing,whichshefearedsuchdisclosuremightcreate。Shewouldgostraighttothesubjectoftheday。Shecouldnottarrylong,forshefeltunabletosupportthecharactershehadassumedforanylengthoftime。Theysatbythelittleroundtable,facingeachother。Thecandlewasplacedrightbetweenthem,andEsthermoveditinordertohaveaclearerviewofMary’sface,sothatshemightreadheremotions,andascertainherinterests。Thenshebegan:“It’sabadbusiness,I’mafraid,thisofMrCarson’smurder。“Marywincedalittle。“IhearJemWilsonistakenupforit。“Marycoveredhereyeswithherhands,asiftoshadethemfromthelight,andEstherherself;lessaccustomedtoself-command,wasgettingtoomuchagitatedforcalmobservationofanother。“IwastakingawalknearTurnerStreet,andIwenttoseethespot,“continuedEsther,“and,asluckwouldhaveit,Ispiedthisbitofpaperinthehedge,“

  producingthepreciouspiecestillfoldedinherhand。“Itbasbeenusedaswaddingforthegun,Ireckon,indeed,that’sclearenough,fromtheshapeit’scrammedinto。Iwassorryforthemurderer,whoeverhemightbeIdidn’tthenknowofJem’sbeingsuspected,andIthoughtIwouldneverleaveathingabout,asmighthelp,eversolittle,toconvicthim;

  thepoliceareso’cuteaboutstraws。SoIcarrieditalittleway,andthenIopenedit,andsawyourname,Mary。Marytookherhandsawayfromhereyes,andlookedwithsurpriseatheraunt’sface,assheutteredthesewords。Shewaskindafterall,forwasshenotsavingherfrombeingsummoned,andfrombeingquestionedandexamined;athingtobedreadedaboveallothers,asshefeltsurethatherunwillinganswers,framethemhowshemight,wouldaddtothesuspicionsagainstJem;herauntwasindeedkind,tothinkofwhatwouldspareherthis。Estherwenton,withoutnoticingMary’slook。Theveryactionofspeakingwassopainfultoher,andsomuchinterruptedbythehard,rakingcough,whichhadbeenherconstantannoyanceformonths,thatshewastoomuchengrossedbythephysicaldifficultyofutterance,tobeaverycloseobserver。“Therecouldbenomistakeiftheyhadfoundit。Lookatyourname,togetherwiththeverynameofthiscourt!AndinJem’shandwritingtoo,orI’mmuchmistaken。Look,Mary!“Andnowshedidwatchher。Marytookthepaperandflattenedit:thensuddenlystoodstiffup,withirrepressiblemovement,asifpetrifiedbysomehorrorabruptlydisclosed;

  herface,strungandrigid;herlipscompressedtight,tokeepdownsomerisingexclamation。Shedroppedonherseat,assuddenlyasifthebracedmuscleshadinaninstantgivenway。Butshespokenoword。“Itishishandwriting——isn’tit?“askedEsther,thoughMary’smannerwasalmostconfirmationenough。“Youwillnottell。Youneverwilltell,“demandedMary,inatonesosternlyearnest,asalmosttobethreatening。“Nay,Mary,“saidEsther,ratherreproachfully,“Iamnotsobadasthat。

  Oh!Mary,youcannotthinkIwoulddothat,whateverImaybe。“Thetearssprangtohereyesattheideathatshewassuspectedofbeingonewhowouldhelptoinformagainstanoldfriend。Marycaughthersadandupbraidinglook。“No!Iknowyouwouldnottell,aunt。Idon’tknowwhatIsay,Iamsoshocked。Butsayyouwillnottell。Do。““No,indeedIwillnottell,comewhatmay。“Marysatstilllookingatthewriting,andturningthepaperroundwithcarefulexamination,tryingtohope,butherveryfearsbelyingherhopes。“Ithoughtyoucaredfortheyoungmanthat’smurdered,“observedEsther,half-aloud;butfeelingthatshecouldnotmistakethisstrangeinterestinthesuspectedmurderer,impliedbyMary’seagernesstoscreenhimfromanythingwhichmightstrengthensuspicionagainsthim。Shehadcome,desiroustoknowtheextentofMary’sgriefforMrCarson,andgladoftheexcuseaffordedherbytheimportantscrapofpaper。HerremarkaboutitsbeingJem’shand-writing,shehad,withthisviewofascertainingMary’sstateoffeeling,felttobemostimprudenttheinstantaftershehadutteredit;butMary’sanxietythatsheshouldnottell,wastoogreat,andtoodecided,toleaveadoubtastoherinterestforJem。Shegrewmoreandmorebewildered,andherdizzyheadrefusedtoreason。Maryneverspoke。

  Sheheldthebitofpaperfirmly,determinedtoretainpossessionofit,comewhatmight;andanxious,andimpatientforheraunttogo。Asshesat,herfaceborealikenesstoEsther’sdeadchild。“Youaresolikemylittlegirl,Mary!“saidEsther,wearyoftheonesubjectonwhichshecouldgetnosatisfaction,andrecurring,withfullheart,tothethoughtofthedead。Marylookedup。Heraunthadchildren,then。Thatwasalltheideashereceived。Nofaintimaginationoftheloveandthewoeofthatpoorcreaturecrossedhermind,orshewouldhavetakenher,allguiltyanderring,toherbosom,andtriedtobindupthebrokenheart。No!itwasnottobe。

  Heraunthadchildren,then;andshewasonthepointofputtingsomequestionaboutthem,butbeforeitcouldbespokenanotherthoughtturneditaside,andshewentbacktohertaskofunravellingthemysteryofthepaper,andthehandwriting。Oh!howshewishedherauntwouldgo’。Asif,accordingtothebelieversinmesmerism,theintensenessofherwishgaveherpoweroveranother,althoughthewishwasunexpressed,Estherfeltherselfunwelcome,andthatherabsencewasdesired。Shefeltthissometimebeforeshecouldsummonupresolutiontogo。Shewassomuchdisappointedinthislonged-for,dreadedinterviewwithMary;

  shehadwishedtoimposeuponherwithhertaleofmarriedrespectability,andyetshehadyearnedandcravedforsympathyinherreallot。Andshehadimposeduponherwell。Sheshouldperhapsbegladofitafterwards;

  butherdesolationofhoeseemedforthetimeredoubled。Andshemustleavetheolddwelling-place,whoseverywalls,andflags,dingyandsordidastheywere,hadacharmforher。Mustleavetheabodeofpoverty,forthemoreterribleabodesofvice。Shemust-shewouldgo。“Well,goodnight,Mary。Thatbit9fpaperissafeenoughwithyou,Isee。

  ButyoumademepromiseIwouldnottellaboutit,andyoumustpromisemetodestroyitbeforeyousleep。““Ipromise,“saidMary,hoarsely,butfirmly。“Thenyouaregoing?““Yes。Notifyouwishmetostay。NotifIcouldbeofanycomforttoyou,Mary;“catchingatsomeglimmeringhope。“Oh,no,“saidMary,anxioustobealone。“Yourhusbandwillbewonderingwhereyouare。Somedayyoumusttellmeallaboutyourself。Iforgetwhatyournameis?““Fergusson,“saidEsther,sadly。“MrsFergusson,repeatedMary,halfunconsciously。“Andwheredidyousayyoulived?““Ineverdidsay,“mutteredEsther;thenaloud,“InAngel’sMeadow,145

  NicholasStreet。““145NicholasStreet,Angel’sMeadow。Ishallremember。“AsEstherdrewhershawlaroundher,andpreparedtodepart,athoughtcrossedMary’smindthatshehadbeencoldandhardinhermannertowardsone,whohadcertainlymeanttoactkindlyinbringingherthepaperthatdread,terriblepieceofpaper!,andthussavingherfrom——shecouldnotrightlythinkhowmuch,orhowlittleshewasspared。So,desirousofmakingupforherpreviousindifferentmanner,sheadvancedtokissherauntbeforeherdeparture。But,tohersurprise,herauntpushedheroffwithafrantickindofgesture,andsayingthewords,“Notme。Youmustneverkissme。You!“Sherushedintotheouterdarknessofthestreet,andthereweptlongandbitterly。

  Therewasalisteningfearinherregard,Asifcalamityhadbutbegun;AsifthevanwardcloudsofevildaysHadspenttheirmalice,andthesullenroarWas,withitsstoredthunder;labouringup。KEATS’Hyperion。NosoonerwasMaryalonethanshefastenedthedoor,andputtheshuttersupagainstthewindow,whichhadallthistimeremainedshadedonlybythecurtainshastilydrawntogetheronEsther’sentrance,andthelightingofthecandle。Shedidallthiswiththesamecompressedlips,andthesamestonylookthatherfacehadassumedonthefirstexaminationofthepaper。Thenshesatdownforaninstanttothink;and,risingdirectly,went,withasteprenderedfirmbyinwardresolutionofpurpose,upthestairs;passedherowndoor,twosteps,intoherfather’sroom。Whatdidshewantthere?Imusttellyou;Imustputintowordsthedreadfulsecretwhichshebelievedthatbitofpaperhadrevealedtoher。Herfatherwasthemurderer!Thatcornerofstiff,shining,thick,writingpaper,sherecognisedasapartofthesheetonwhichshehadcopiedSamuelBamford’sbeautifullinessomanymonthsago——copiedasyouperhapsrememberontheblankpartofavalentinesenttoherbyJemWilson,inthosedayswhenshedidnottreasureandhoardeverythinghehadtouched,asshewoulddonow。Thatcopyhadbeengiventoherfatherforwhomitwasmade,andshehadoccasionallyseenhimreadingitover,notafortnightagoshewassure。

  Butsheresolvedtoascertainiftheotherpartstillremainedinhispossession。

  Hemight,——itwasjustpossiblehemight,havegivenitawaytosomefriend;andifso,thatpersonwastheguiltyone,forshecouldsweartothepaperanywhere。Firstofallshepulledouteveryarticlefromthelittleoldchestofdrawers。Amongstthemweresomethingswhichhadbelongedtohermother,butshehadnotimenowtoexamineandtryandrememberthem。Allthereverenceshecouldpaythemwastocarrythemandlaythemonthebedcarefully,whiletheotherthingsweretossedimpatientlyoutuponthefloor。ThecopyofBamford’slineswasnotthere。Oh!perhapshemighthavegivenitaway;butthenmustitnothavebeentoJem?Itwashisgun。Andshesettowithredoubledvigourtoexaminethedealboxwhichservedaschair,andwhichhadoncecontainedherfather’sSundayclothes,inthedayswhenhecouldaffordtohaveSundayclothes。Hehadredeemedhisbettercoatfromthepawnshopbeforeheleft,thatshehadnoticed。Herewashisoldone。Whatrustledunderherhandinthepocket。Thepaper!“Oh!Father!“Yes,itfitted;jaggedendtojaggedend,lettertoletter;andeventhepartwhichEstherhadconsideredblankhaditstallyingmarkwiththelargerpiece,itstailsofysandgs。Andthen,asifthatwerenotdamningevidenceenough,shefeltagain,andfoundsomelittlebulletsorshotIdon’tknowwhichyouwouldcalltheminthatsamepocket,alongwithasmallpaperparcelofgunpowder。Asshewasgoingtoreplacethejacket,havingabstractedthepaper,andbullets,etc。,shesawawoollengun-case,madeofthatsortofstripedhorse-clothyoumusthaveseenathousandtimesappropriatedtosuchapurpose。Thesightofitmadeherexaminestillfurther,buttherewasnothingelsethatcouldaffordanyevidence,soshelockedthebox,andsatdownonthefloortocontemplatethearticles;nowwithasickeningdespair,nowwithakindofwonderingcuriosity,howherfatherhadmanagedtoevadeobservation。Afterallitwaseasyenough。HehadevidentlygotpossessionofsomegunwasitreallyJem’s?washeanaccomplice?No!shedidnotbelieveit;henever,neverwoulddeliberatelyplanamurderwithanother,howeverhemightbewroughtuptoitbypassionatefeelingatthetime。Leastofallwouldheaccusehertoherfather,withoutpreviouslywarningher;itwasoutofhisnature。Thenhavingobtainedpossessionofthegun,herfatherhadloadeditathome,andmighthavecarrieditawaywithhimsometimewhentheneighbourswerenotnoticing,andshewasout,orasleep;andthenhemighthavehiddenitsomewheretobeinreadinesswhenheshouldwantit。Shewassurehehadnosuchthingwithhimwhenhewentawaythelasttime。Shefeltitwasofnousetoconjecturehismotives。Hisactionshadbecomesowildandirregularoflate,thatshecouldnotreasonuponthem。Besides,wasitnotenoughtoknowthathewasguiltyofthisterribleoffence?

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