Let her go, and have the peace of mind I
wish her! She'll never hate me. She'll learn to like me better,
when I'm not a drag upon her, and she wears the chain I have
riveted, more lightly. This is the day on which I took her, with
so little thought for her enjoyment, from her home. To-day she
shall return to it, and I will trouble her no more. Her father and
mother will be here to-day--we had made a little plan for keeping
it together--and they shall take her home. I can trust her, there,
or anywhere. She leaves me without blame, and she will live so I
am sure. If I should die--I may perhaps while she is still young;
I have lost some courage in a few hours--she'll find that I
remembered her, and loved her to the last! This is the end of what
you showed me. Now, it's over!'
'O no, John, not over. Do not say it's over yet! Not quite yet.
I have heard your noble words. I could not steal away, pretending
to be ignorant of what has affected me with such deep gratitude.
Do not say it's over, 'till the clock has struck again!'
She had entered shortly after Tackleton, and had remained there.
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