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"
Amelia
,
I
protest
before
God
,
I
have
done
my
husband
no
wrong
,
"
Rebecca
said
,
turning
from
her
.
"
Have
you
done
me
no
wrong
,
Rebecca
?
You
did
not
succeed
,
but
you
tried
.
Ask
your
heart
if
you
did
not
.
"
She
knows
nothing
,
Rebecca
thought
.
"
He
came
back
to
me
.
I
knew
he
would
.
I
knew
that
no
falsehood
,
no
flattery
,
could
keep
him
from
me
long
.
I
knew
he
would
come
.
I
prayed
so
that
he
should
.
"
The
poor
girl
spoke
these
words
with
a
spirit
and
volubility
which
Rebecca
had
never
before
seen
in
her
,
and
before
which
the
latter
was
quite
dumb
.
"
But
what
have
I
done
to
you
,
"
she
continued
in
a
more
pitiful
tone
,
"
that
you
should
try
and
take
him
from
me
?
I
had
him
but
for
six
weeks
.
You
might
have
spared
me
those
,
Rebecca
.
And
yet
,
from
the
very
first
day
of
our
wedding
,
you
came
and
blighted
it
.
Now
he
is
gone
,
are
you
come
to
see
how
unhappy
I
am
?
"
she
continued
.
"
You
made
me
wretched
enough
for
the
past
fortnight
:
you
might
have
spared
me
to-day
.
"
"
I
--
I
never
came
here
,
"
interposed
Rebecca
,
with
unlucky
truth
.
"
No
.
You
did
n't
come
.
You
took
him
away
.
Are
you
come
to
fetch
him
from
me
?
"
she
continued
in
a
wilder
tone
.
"
He
was
here
,
but
he
is
gone
now
.
There
on
that
very
sofa
he
sate
.
Do
n't
touch
it
.
We
sate
and
talked
there
.
I
was
on
his
knee
,
and
my
arms
were
round
his
neck
,
and
we
said
'
Our
Father
.
'
Yes
,
he
was
here
:
and
they
came
and
took
him
away
,
but
he
promised
me
to
come
back
.
"
"
He
will
come
back
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
touched
in
spite
of
herself
.
"
Look
,
"
said
Amelia
,
"
this
is
his
sash
--
is
n't
it
a
pretty
colour
?
"
and
she
took
up
the
fringe
and
kissed
it
.
She
had
tied
it
round
her
waist
at
some
part
of
the
day
.
She
had
forgotten
her
anger
,
her
jealousy
,
the
very
presence
of
her
rival
seemingly
.
For
she
walked
silently
and
almost
with
a
smile
on
her
face
,
towards
the
bed
,
and
began
to
smooth
down
George
's
pillow
.
