Reginald married another. He has been
dead many years. I never ceased to pray for him, though he left me
when I was bereft of all. The sad weird is nearly over now. I am
old, and near the end, and wishful for it. I have not been bitter
or hard, but I cannot bear to see many people, and am best alone.
I try to do what good I can with the worthless wealth Lady
Speldhurst left me, for, at my wish, my portion was shared between
my sisters. What need had I of inheritance?--I, the shattered
wreck made by that one night of horror!
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