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Augusta, Clara, 1839-1905

"The Fatal Glove"

I would have gone on with her, but she declined my escort."
"O, I thank you--I thank you, so much! I shall be your friend always, for
that. You will tell me where she is?"
"No. I cannot."
"Cannot. Does that imply that you will not?"
"It does."
"Then you know her present place of sojourn?"
"I do. But she does not desire the knowledge to become general. I have
pledged my word to her not to reveal it. Neither is it best for you to
know."
"You are right. It is not. I might be unable to hinder myself from
seeking her. And that could do no good. I know that she is innocent. That
shall suffice me. Only tell me she is well, and agreeably situated."
"She is both. More, I think she is at peace. She is with those who love
her."
"I thank you for bearing with me. I shall be happier for knowing she was
not false to me. Whatever might have caused her to break the engagement,
it was not because she loved another. Good-by, Mr. Castrani."
He wrung the hand of the Cuban warmly, and departed.
* * * * *
It was an afternoon in May. Everything without was smiling and at rest,
but Mrs. Trevlyn was cross and out of humor. Perhaps any lady will say
that she had sufficient reason. Everything had gone wrong.


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