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You
have
abased
yourself
in
the
humiliation
of
a
guilty
passion
before
a
man
who
despises
you
--
who
,
in
his
own
loyal
and
noble
nature
,
hates
you
for
your
infidelity
and
hypocrisy
--
and
I
can
find
no
pardon
for
the
wrong
you
have
thus
done
to
me
,
and
the
injury
you
have
brought
upon
my
name
.
I
leave
you
to
the
judgment
of
your
own
conscience
--
if
you
have
one
--
which
is
doubtful
.
Such
women
as
you
,
are
seldom
troubled
with
remorse
.
It
is
not
likely
you
will
ever
see
me
or
the
man
to
whom
you
have
offered
your
undesired
love
again
--
make
of
your
life
what
you
can
or
will
,
I
am
indifferent
to
your
movements
,
and
for
my
own
part
,
shall
endeavour
as
much
as
may
be
,
to
forget
that
you
exist
.
Your
husband
,
Geoffrey
Tempest
.
This
letter
,
folded
and
sealed
,
I
sent
to
my
wife
in
her
own
apartments
by
her
maid
--
the
girl
came
back
and
said
she
had
delivered
it
,
but
that
there
was
no
answer
.
Her
ladyship
had
a
severe
headache
and
meant
to
keep
her
room
that
morning
.
I
expressed
just
as
much
civil
regret
as
a
confidential
maid
would
naturally
expect
from
the
newly-wedded
husband
of
her
mistress
--
and
then
,
giving
instructions
to
my
man
Morris
to
pack
my
portmanteau
,
I
partook
of
a
hurried
breakfast
with
Lucio
in
more
or
less
silence
and
constraint
,
for
the
servants
were
in
attendance
,
and
I
did
not
wish
them
to
suspect
that
anything
was
wrong
.
For
their
benefit
,
I
gave
out
that
my
friend
and
I
were
called
suddenly
to
town
on
urgent
business
--
that
we
might
be
absent
a
couple
of
days
,
perhaps
longer
--
and
that
any
special
message
or
telegram
could
be
sent
on
to
me
at
Arthur
's
Club
.
I
was
thankful
when
we
at
last
got
away
--
when
the
tall
,
picturesque
red
gables
of
Willowsmere
vanished
from
my
sight
--
and
when
finally
,
seated
in
a
railway
smoking-carriage
reserved
for
our
two
selves
,
we
were
able
to
watch
the
miles
of
distance
gradually
extending
between
us
and
the
beautiful
autumnal
woods
of
poet-haunted
Warwickshire
.
For
a
long
time
we
kept
silence
,
turning
over
and
pretending
to
read
the
morning
's
papers
--
till
presently
flinging
down
the
dull
and
wearisome
'
Times
'
sheet
,
I
sighed
heavily
,
and
leaning
back
,
closed
my
eyes
.
"
I
am
truly
very
much
distressed
about
all
this
;
"
said
Lucio
then
,
with
extreme
gentleness
and
suavity
--
"
It
seems
to
me
that
I
am
the
adverse
element
in
the
affair
.
If
Lady
Sibyl
had
never
seen
me
--
--
"
"
Why
,
then
I
should
never
have
seen
her
!
"
I
responded
bitterly
--
"
It
was
through
you
I
met
her
first
.
"
"
True
!
"
and
he
eyed
me
thoughtfully
--
"
I
am
very
unfortunately
placed
!
--
it
is
almost
as
if
I
were
to
blame
,
though
no-one
could
be
more
innocent
or
well-intentioned
than
myself
!
"
He
smiled
--
then
went
on
very
gravely
--
"
I
really
should
avoid
scandalous
gossip
if
I
were
you
--
I
do
not
speak
of
my
own
involuntary
share
in
the
disaster
--
what
people
say
of
me
is
quite
immaterial
;
but
for
the
lady
's
sake
--
--
"
"
For
my
own
sake
I
shall
try
to
avoid
it
;
"
I
said
brusquely
,
whereat
his
eyes
glittered
strangely
--
"
It
is
myself
I
have
to
consider
most
of
all
.
I
shall
,
as
I
hinted
to
you
this
morning
,
travel
for
a
few
years
.
"
