With her handkerchief she wiped it away, but in doing so a fold of the
cambric caught the filagree, and she learnt what she had never known
before--that the medallion opened like a little door, and that below it
a folded scrap of paper lay concealed.
What could it mean?
With fingers that trembled so much that they almost refused their task
she took it out, unfolded it, and, spreading it flat, read the words
that long years ago would have meant all the world to her.
How cruel had Fate been to her to have hidden them for so long! But the
thought only remained in her mind a moment, being blotted out by the
remembrance that he was not heartless, as she had grown to believe.
The faded lines before her laid a strong man's heart at her feet, and
begged for her love in return, stating that he had been suddenly called
to a distant post, and asking for an answer before he sailed. The writer
felt he was presumptuous, but the exigencies of the case must be his
excuse. If he had no reply he should know his pleading was in vain, and
would trouble her no more; but if, on the other hand, she was not
entirely indifferent to him, a line from her would bring him to her side
to plead his cause in person. There was more in the letter, but this was
its main purpose.
And this was the end of if: two loving hearts divided and kept apart by
a damp day and an accidental drop of gum.
No wonder the tears flowed afresh, and "sunny Miss Martyn" belied her
character.
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