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wenttoDr.Trentthismorningandfoundouthehadsentmethewrongletterbymistake.ThereneverwasanythingseriousthematterwithmyheartandIamquitewellnow.
Ididnotmeantotrickyou.Pleasebelievethat.Icouldnotbearitifyoudidnotbelievethat.Iamverysorryforthemistake.ButsurelyyoucangetadivorceifIleaveyou.IsdesertionagroundfordivorceinCanada?OfcourseifthereisanythingIcandotohelporhastenitIwilldoitgladly,ifyourlawyerwillletmeknow.
Ithankyouforallyourkindnesstome.Ishallneverforgetit.Thinkaskindlyofmeasyoucan,becauseIdidnotmeantotrapyou.Good-bye.
Yoursgratefully,
VALANCY.”
Itwasverycoldandstiff,sheknew.Buttotrytosayanythingelsewouldbedangerous—liketearingawayadam.Shedidn’tknowwhattorrentofwildincoherencesandpassionateanguishmightpourout.Inapostscriptsheadded:
“Yourfatherwasheretoday.Heiscomingbacktomorrow.Hetoldmeeverything.Ithinkyoushouldgobacktohim.Heisverylonelyforyou.”
Sheputtheletterinanenvelope,wrote“Barney”acrossit,andleftitonthede
