Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress, whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you.
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