But I charge you--it is my
latest word--mourn not for one who has done his best to poison your
life and to ruin your soul."
In the other letter he said:
"I know the affection you have always entertained for Iris. She will
tell you what she pleases about the past. If she tells you nothing
about her late husband, think the worst and you will not be wrong.
Remember that whatever she has done was done for me and at my
instigation. She ought to have married you instead of me.
"I am in the presence of Death. The men who are going to kill me are
under this very roof. They will kill me, perhaps to-night. Perhaps they
will wait for a quieter and a safer place. But they will kill me.
"In the presence of Death, I rise superior to the pitiful jealousy with
which I have always regarded you. I now despise it. I ask your pardon
for it. Help Iris to forget the action of her life of which she has
most reason to be ashamed. Show that you forgive me--when you have
forgiven her--and when you have helped her in the warmth and strength
of your love to drive me out of your thoughts for ever.
"H. N."
EPILOGUE
IT is two years after the murder of Lord Harry Norland, the last event
connected with this history.
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