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“
Why
,
I
heard
she
’
d
left
the
letters
to
the
man
—
whoever
he
is
—
with
directions
that
they
should
be
published
after
his
death
—
”
“
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
”
Mrs
.
Touchett
declared
.
“
He
’
s
dead
then
,
is
he
?
”
one
of
the
men
asked
.
“
Why
,
you
don
’
t
suppose
if
he
were
alive
he
could
ever
hold
up
his
head
again
,
with
these
letters
being
read
by
everybody
?
”
Mrs
.
Touchett
protested
.
“
It
must
have
been
horrible
enough
to
know
they
’
d
been
written
to
him
;
but
to
publish
them
!
No
man
could
have
done
it
and
no
woman
could
have
told
him
to
—
”
“
Oh
,
come
,
come
,
”
Dresham
judicially
interposed
;
“
after
all
,
they
’
re
not
love
-
letters
.
”
“
No
—
that
’
s
the
worst
of
it
;
they
’
re
unloved
letters
,
”
Mrs
.
Touchett
retorted
.
“
Then
,
obviously
,
she
needn
’
t
have
written
them
;
whereas
the
man
,
poor
devil
,
could
hardly
help
receiving
them
.
”
“
Perhaps
he
counted
on
the
public
to
save
him
the
trouble
of
reading
them
,
”
said
young
Hartly
,
who
was
in
the
cynical
stage
.
Mrs
.
Armiger
turned
her
reproachful
loveliness
to
Dresham
.
“
From
the
way
you
defend
him
,
I
believe
you
know
who
he
is
.
”
Everyone
looked
at
Dresham
,
and
his
wife
smiled
with
the
superior
air
of
the
woman
who
is
in
her
husband
’
s
professional
secrets
.
Dresham
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
