I don't blame anybody. Least of all do I blame Anitra. It was not her
fault that she was brought up rudely, or that she knows no restraint
in love or in hate. Be kind to her for my sake, and if any one else
claims her or offers to take her from you, resist them. I give her
entirely to you. It's a more priceless gift than you think; much more
priceless than the one which I take from you by my death. I could
never have been happy with you; you could never have been happy with
me. Fate stood between us; a darker and more inexorable fate than you,
in your kindly experience of life, could imagine. Else, why do I
plunge to my death with your ring on my finger and your love in my
heart?
"Georgian."
"Ravings?" questioned Ransom hoarsely, as Mr. Harper's eyes rose again to
his face.
"It would seem so," assented the lawyer. "Yet there is intelligence in
all the lines. And the will--read the will. There is no lack of
intelligent purpose there; little as it accords with the feeling she
exhibits here for her sister. She leaves her nothing; and does not even
mention her name. Her personal belongings she bequeaths to you; but her
realty, which comprises the bulk of her property I believe, she divides,
somewhat unequally I own, between you and a man named Auchincloss. It
is he I want to ask you about.
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