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"Chum, I won't tell you what I said or suffered. Madelene had come into
the room again for her belongings, and had faced the dagger of steam
sent by the hand of a man who would give his immortal soul to make her
well again.
"I couldn't get around much, but I wrote her a brief note asking if I
might call and sent it by a messenger.
"She replied that she could not see me then. I waited. I hadn't the
heart to write a confession I wanted to make in person, so after a week
or two I went to the house.
"Madelene sent down word that she couldn't see me then and could not
tell when she would see me.
"I thought the nurse, who acted as messenger, did not interpret either
my message or hers as they were intended--I would write a note.
"I stepped into the library on one side of the hall, made myself at home
and wrote Madelene a note, a love letter, begging for just one
interview. Taking blame for all that had happened and confessing my love
and devotion to her.
"It was a long letter and just as I finished it, I heard some one in the
hall. I thought it was a servant and started for the doorway to ask her
to carry my message.
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