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‘
—
that
he
had
any
secret
remembrance
which
caused
him
trouble
of
mind
—
remorse
?
Whether
you
ever
observed
anything
in
his
conduct
suggesting
that
;
or
ever
spoke
to
him
upon
it
,
or
ever
heard
him
hint
at
such
a
thing
?
’
‘
I
do
not
understand
what
kind
of
secret
remembrance
you
mean
to
infer
that
your
father
was
a
prey
to
,
’
she
returned
,
after
a
silence
.
‘
You
speak
so
mysteriously
.
’
‘
Is
it
possible
,
mother
,
’
her
son
leaned
forward
to
be
the
nearer
to
her
while
he
whispered
it
,
and
laid
his
hand
nervously
upon
her
desk
,
‘
is
it
possible
,
mother
,
that
he
had
unhappily
wronged
any
one
,
and
made
no
reparation
?
’
Looking
at
him
wrathfully
,
she
bent
herself
back
in
her
chair
to
keep
him
further
off
,
but
gave
him
no
reply
.
‘
I
am
deeply
sensible
,
mother
,
that
if
this
thought
has
never
at
any
time
flashed
upon
you
,
it
must
seem
cruel
and
unnatural
in
me
,
even
in
this
confidence
,
to
breathe
it
.
But
I
cannot
shake
it
off
.
Time
and
change
(
I
have
tried
both
before
breaking
silence
)
do
nothing
to
wear
it
out
.
Remember
,
I
was
with
my
father
.
Remember
,
I
saw
his
face
when
he
gave
the
watch
into
my
keeping
,
and
struggled
to
express
that
he
sent
it
as
a
token
you
would
understand
,
to
you
.
Remember
,
I
saw
him
at
the
last
with
the
pencil
in
his
failing
hand
,
trying
to
write
some
word
for
you
to
read
,
but
to
which
he
could
give
no
shape
.
The
more
remote
and
cruel
this
vague
suspicion
that
I
have
,
the
stronger
the
circumstances
that
could
give
it
any
semblance
of
probability
to
me
.
For
Heaven
’
s
sake
,
let
us
examine
sacredly
whether
there
is
any
wrong
entrusted
to
us
to
set
right
.
No
one
can
help
towards
it
,
mother
,
but
you
.
’
Still
so
recoiling
in
her
chair
that
her
overpoised
weight
moved
it
,
from
time
to
time
,
a
little
on
its
wheels
,
and
gave
her
the
appearance
of
a
phantom
of
fierce
aspect
gliding
away
from
him
,
she
interposed
her
left
arm
,
bent
at
the
elbow
with
the
back
of
her
hand
towards
her
face
,
between
herself
and
him
,
and
looked
at
him
in
a
fixed
silence
.
‘
In
grasping
at
money
and
in
driving
hard
bargains
—
I
have
begun
,
and
I
must
speak
of
such
things
now
,
mother
—
some
one
may
have
been
grievously
deceived
,
injured
,
ruined
.
You
were
the
moving
power
of
all
this
machinery
before
my
birth
;
your
stronger
spirit
has
been
infused
into
all
my
father
’
s
dealings
for
more
than
two
score
years
.
You
can
set
these
doubts
at
rest
,
I
think
,
if
you
will
really
help
me
to
discover
the
truth
.
Will
you
,
mother
?
’
He
stopped
in
the
hope
that
she
would
speak
.
But
her
grey
hair
was
not
more
immovable
in
its
two
folds
,
than
were
her
firm
lips
.
‘
If
reparation
can
be
made
to
any
one
,
if
restitution
can
be
made
to
any
one
,
let
us
know
it
and
make
it
.
Nay
,
mother
,
if
within
my
means
,
let
me
make
it
.
I
have
seen
so
little
happiness
come
of
money
;
it
has
brought
within
my
knowledge
so
little
peace
to
this
house
,
or
to
any
one
belonging
to
it
,
that
it
is
worth
less
to
me
than
to
another
.
It
can
buy
me
nothing
that
will
not
be
a
reproach
and
misery
to
me
,
if
I
am
haunted
by
a
suspicion
that
it
darkened
my
father
’
s
last
hours
with
remorse
,
and
that
it
is
not
honestly
and
justly
mine
.
’
