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"
Oh
yes
!
It
was
a
miserable
end
,
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
said
,
with
so
much
fervor
that
the
lawyer
looked
up
at
him
curiously
;
and
afterwards
,
after
parting
with
him
,
he
remarked
to
an
acquaintance
--
"
Queer
person
that
Dutch
tobacco-planter
from
Batu
Beru
.
Know
anything
of
him
?
"
"
Heaps
of
money
,
"
answered
the
bank
manager
.
"
I
hear
he
's
going
home
by
the
next
mail
to
form
a
company
to
take
over
his
estates
.
Another
tobacco
district
thrown
open
.
He
's
wise
,
I
think
.
These
good
times
wo
n't
last
for
ever
.
"
In
the
southern
hemisphere
Captain
Whalley
's
daughter
had
no
presentiment
of
evil
when
she
opened
the
envelope
addressed
to
her
in
the
lawyer
's
handwriting
.
She
had
received
it
in
the
afternoon
;
all
the
boarders
had
gone
out
,
her
boys
were
at
school
,
her
husband
sat
upstairs
in
his
big
arm-chair
with
a
book
,
thin-faced
,
wrapped
up
in
rugs
to
the
waist
.
The
house
was
still
,
and
the
grayness
of
a
cloudy
day
lay
against
the
panes
of
three
lofty
windows
.
In
a
shabby
dining-room
,
where
a
faint
cold
smell
of
dishes
lingered
all
the
year
round
,
sitting
at
the
end
of
a
long
table
surrounded
by
many
chairs
pushed
in
with
their
backs
close
against
the
edge
of
the
perpetually
laid
table-cloth
,
she
read
the
opening
sentence
:
"
Most
profound
regret
--
painful
duty
--
your
father
is
no
more
--
in
accordance
with
his
instructions
--
fatal
casualty
--
consolation
--
no
blame
attached
to
his
memory
...
"
Her
face
was
thin
,
her
temples
a
little
sunk
under
the
smooth
bands
of
black
hair
,
her
lips
remained
resolutely
compressed
,
while
her
dark
eyes
grew
larger
,
till
at
last
,
with
a
low
cry
,
she
stood
up
,
and
instantly
stooped
to
pick
up
another
envelope
which
had
slipped
off
her
knees
on
to
the
floor
.
She
tore
it
open
,
snatched
out
the
inclosure
...
"
My
dearest
child
,
"
it
said
,
"
I
am
writing
this
while
I
am
able
yet
to
write
legibly
.
I
am
trying
hard
to
save
for
you
all
the
money
that
is
left
;
I
have
only
kept
it
to
serve
you
better
.
It
is
yours
.
It
shall
not
be
lost
:
it
shall
not
be
touched
.
There
's
five
hundred
pounds
.
Of
what
I
have
earned
I
have
kept
nothing
back
till
now
.
For
the
future
,
if
I
live
,
I
must
keep
back
some
--
a
little
--
to
bring
me
to
you
.
I
must
come
to
you
.
I
must
see
you
once
more
.
"
It
is
hard
to
believe
that
you
will
ever
look
on
these
lines
