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’
Some
one
will
tell
you
.
’
Henry
could
keep
silence
no
longer
.
’
Perhaps
,
your
ladyship
may
be
the
person
?
’
he
interrupted
with
ironical
politeness
.
She
answered
him
with
contemptuous
ease
.
’
You
may
be
right
,
Mr
.
Westwick
.
One
day
or
another
,
I
may
be
the
person
who
tells
Miss
Lockwood
what
has
become
of
Ferrari
,
if
—
’
She
stopped
;
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
Agnes
.
’
If
what
?
’
Henry
asked
.
’
If
Miss
Lockwood
forces
me
to
it
.
’
Agnes
listened
in
astonishment
.
’
Force
you
to
it
?
’
she
repeated
.
’
How
can
I
do
that
?
Do
you
mean
to
say
my
will
is
stronger
than
yours
?
’
’
Do
you
mean
to
say
that
the
candle
doesn
’
t
burn
the
moth
,
when
the
moth
flies
into
it
?
’
Lady
Montbarry
rejoined
.
’
Have
you
ever
heard
of
such
a
thing
as
the
fascination
of
terror
?
I
am
drawn
to
you
by
a
fascination
of
terror
.
I
have
no
right
to
visit
you
,
I
have
no
wish
to
visit
you
:
you
are
my
enemy
.
For
the
first
time
in
my
life
,
against
my
own
will
,
I
submit
to
my
enemy
.
See
!
I
am
waiting
because
you
told
me
to
wait
—
and
the
fear
of
you
(
I
swear
it
!
)
creeps
through
me
while
I
stand
here
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
let
me
excite
your
curiosity
or
your
pity
!
Follow
the
example
of
Mr
.
Westwick
.
Be
hard
and
brutal
and
unforgiving
,
like
him
.
Grant
me
my
release
.
Tell
me
to
go
.
’
The
frank
and
simple
nature
of
Agnes
could
discover
but
one
intelligible
meaning
in
this
strange
outbreak
.
’
You
are
mistaken
in
thinking
me
your
enemy
,
’
she
said
.
’
The
wrong
you
did
me
when
you
gave
your
hand
to
Lord
Montbarry
was
not
intentionally
done
.
I
forgave
you
my
sufferings
in
his
lifetime
.
I
forgive
you
even
more
freely
now
that
he
has
gone
.
’
Henry
heard
her
with
mingled
emotions
of
admiration
and
distress
.
’
Say
no
more
!
’
he
exclaimed
.
’
You
are
too
good
to
her
;
she
is
not
worthy
of
it
.
’
