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myface―Marian'squickinstinctwasbeginningtodiscoverthatIhad
something weighing on my mind.
WhenIenteredthebedchamberandsoftlyapproachedthebedsideby
the dim flicker of the night-lampmy wife was asleep.
Wehadnotbeenmarriedquiteamonthyet.Ifmyheartwasheavyif
myresolutionforamomentfalteredagainwhenIlookedatherface
turnedfaithfullytomypillowinhersleep―whenIsawherhandresting
openonthecoverlidasifitwaswaitingunconsciouslyformine―surely
therewassomeexcuseforme?Ionlyallowedmyselfafewminutesto
kneeldownatthebedsideandtolookcloseather―soclosethather
breathasitcameandwentflutteredonmyface.Ionlytouchedher
handandhercheekwithmylipsatparting.Shestirredinhersleepand
murmuredmynamebutwithoutwaking.Ilingeredforaninstantatthe
doortolookatheragain."Godblessandkeepyoumydarling [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"I
whisperedand left her.
Marianwasatthestairheadwaitingforme.Shehadafoldedslipof
paper in her hand.
Thelandlord'ssonhasbroughtthisforyoushesaid.Hehasgota
cab at the door―he says you ordered him to keep it at your disposal.
Quite rightMarian. I want the cab―I am going out again.
IdescendedthestairsasIspokeandlookedintothesitting-roomto
readtheslipofpaperbythelightonthetable.Itcontainedthesetwo
sentences in Pesca's handwriting―
Yourletyilai:
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