Good-by. Yours truly,"
"Edwin Uniacke"
A strange "love-letter" certainly, yet not an ill one, and one which it
was better to have received than not. Better than any uncomfortable
mystery to have had this clearing up of the doings and intentions of that
strange, brilliant, erratic spirit which had flashed across the quiet
atmosphere of Saint Bede's and then vanished away in darkness--
darkness not hopelessly dark. No one could believe so--at least no
good Christian soul could, after reading that letter.
The husband and wife sat silent for a little, and then Dr. Grey said, "I
always thought he was not altogether bad--there was some good in him,
and he may be the better, poor fellow, all his life for having once had a
month's acquaintance with Christian Oakley."
Christian pressed her husband's hand gratefully. That little word or two
carried in it a world of healing. But she was not able to say much; her
heart was too full.
"And now what is to be done?" said Dr. Grey, meditatively. "He must
have had some motive in writing this letter--a not unkindly motive
either. He must be aware of some strong reason for it when he tells you
to 'defend yourself.' He forgets." added Christian's husband, tenderly,
"that now there is some body else to do it for you.
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