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“
What
have
I
said
to
defend
him
?
”
“
You
called
him
a
poor
devil
—
you
pitied
him
.
”
“
A
man
who
could
let
Margaret
Aubyn
write
to
him
in
that
way
?
Of
course
I
pity
him
.
”
“
Then
you
must
know
who
he
is
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Armiger
,
with
a
triumphant
air
of
penetration
.
Hartly
and
Flamel
laughed
and
Dresham
shook
his
head
.
“
No
one
knows
;
not
even
the
publishers
;
so
they
tell
me
at
least
.
”
“
So
they
tell
you
to
tell
us
,
”
Hartly
astutely
amended
;
and
Mrs
.
Armiger
added
,
with
the
appearance
of
carrying
the
argument
a
point
farther
,
“
But
even
if
he
’
s
dead
and
she
’
s
dead
,
somebody
must
have
given
the
letters
to
the
publishers
.
”
“
A
little
bird
,
probably
,
”
said
Dresham
,
smiling
indulgently
on
her
deduction
.
“
A
little
bird
of
prey
then
—
a
vulture
,
I
should
say
—
”
another
man
interpolated
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
not
with
you
there
,
”
said
Dresham
,
easily
.
“
Those
letters
belonged
to
the
public
.
”
“
How
can
any
letters
belong
to
the
public
that
weren
’
t
written
to
the
public
?
”
Mrs
.
Touchett
interposed
.
