And what is this new business of Doctor Sturk? I am distracted with
uncertainties and fears. I hear so little, and imperfectly from you, I
cannot tell from your dark hints whether some new danger lurks in those
unlooked-for quarters. I know not what magic binds me so to you, to
endure the misery of this strange deceitful mystery--but you are all
mystery; and yet be not--you cannot be--my evil genius. You will not
condemn me longer to a wretchedness that must destroy me. I conjure you,
declare yourself. What have we to fear? I will brave all--anything
rather than darkness, suspense, and the consciousness of a continual
dissimulation. Declare yourself, I implore of you, and be my angel of
light and deliverance.'
There is a vast deal more, but this sample is quite enough; and when the
letter was finished, she signed it--
'Your most unhappy and too-faithful,
'GERTRUDE'.
And having sealed it, she leaned her anxious head upon her hand, and
sighed heavily.
She knew very well by what means to send it; and the letter awaited at
his house him for whom it was intended on his return that evening.
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