He is not particular about his words,
when he thinks it necessary to express himself strongly. And he has
told me since that because of that he could never believe me again.
How is it possible that a woman should live with such a man?" But
why did she come to him with this story,--to him whom she had been
accused of entertaining as a lover;--to him who of all her friends
was the last whom she should have chosen as the recipient for such a
tale? Phineas as he thought how he might best answer her, with what
words he might try to comfort her, could not but ask himself this
question. "The moment that the word was out of his mouth," she went
on to say, "I resolved that I would tell you. The accusation is
against you as it is against me, and is equally false to both. I
have written to him, and there is my letter."
"But you will see him again?"
"No;--I will go to my father's house. I have already arranged it. Mr.
Kennedy has my letter by this time, and I go from hence home with my
father."
"Do you wish that I should read the letter?"
"Yes,--certainly. I wish that you should read it. Should I ever meet
him again, I shall tell him that you saw it."
They were now standing close upon the river's bank, at a corner of
the grounds, and, though the voices of people sounded near to them,
they were alone.
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