CHAPTER XXXVII
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ancyStirling,”heread.“Yes—yes.OfcourseIwroteyou—onthetrain—thatnight.ButItoldyoutherewasnothingserious——”
“Readyourletter,”insistedValancy.
Dr.Trenttookitout—unfoldedit—glancedoverit.Adismayedlookcameintohisface.Hejumpedtohisfeetandstrodeagitatedlyabouttheroom.
“Goodheavens!ThisistheletterImeantforoldMissJaneSterling.FromPortLawrence.Shewasherethatday,too.Isentyouthewrongletter.Whatunpardonablecarelessness!ButIwasbesidemyselfthatnight.MyGod,andyoubelievedthat—youbelieved—butyoudidn’t—youwenttoanotherdoctor——”
Valancystoodup,turnedround,lookedfoolishlyaboutherandsatdownagain.
“Ibelievedit,”shesaidfaintly.“Ididn’tgotoanyotherdoctor.I—I—itwouldtaketoolongtoexplain.ButIbelievedIwasgoingtodiesoon.”
Dr.Trenthaltedbeforeher.
“Icanneverforgivemyself.Whatayearyoumusthavehad!Butyoudon’tlook—Ican’tunderstand!”
“Nevermind,”saidValancydully.“Andsothere’snothingthematterwithmyheart?”
“Well,nothingserious.Youhadwhatis
