Then the tears came again, but more softly.
"You are right; nothing can excuse me. I am the most selfish,
ungrateful, guilty creature ever born. A whole month in that dungeon!"
And she covered her drooping face with her hands.
"Go away for awhile, Edwin, and then return; we shall want to see you
again," said Jane.
Upon my return Mary was more composed. Jane had dressed her hair, and
she was sitting on the bed in her riding habit, hat in hand. Her
fingers were nervously toying at the ribbons and her eyes cast down.
"You are surely right, Sir Edwin. I have no excuse. I can have none;
but I will tell you how it was. You remember the day you left me in
the waiting-room of the king's council?--when they were discussing my
marriage without one thought of me, as if I were but a slave or a dumb
brute that could not feel." She began to weep a little, but soon
recovered herself. "While waiting for you to return, the Duke of
Buckingham came in. I knew Henry was trying to sell me to the French
king, and my heart was full of trouble--from more causes than you can
know.
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