Jeffrey comes,
- if he does come, - tell him that I was right about the way that
novel ended. Remember that you are to say to him the moment you
see him that I was right about the novel, and that he is to look and
see if it did not end as I said it would. And "Loretta -" here she
rose and approached the speaker with a sweet, appealing look which
brought tears to the impressionable girl's eyes, "don't go gossiping
about me downstairs. I sha'n't be sick long. I am going to be
better soon, very soon. By the time you see me here again I shall
be quite like my old self. Forget how - how" - and Loretta said she
seemed to have difficulty in finding the right word here - "how
childish I have been."
Of course Loretta promised, but she is not sure that she would have
had the courage to keep all this to herself if she had not heard
Mrs. Jeffrey stop in Miss Tuttle's room on her way out. That
relieved her, and enabled her to go downstairs to her own supper
with more appetite than she had thought ever to have again. Alas!
it was the last good meal she was able to eat for days. In three
hours afterward a man came from the station house with the news of
Mrs. Jeffrey's suicide in the horrible old house in which she had
been married only two weeks before.
As this had been a continuous narrative and concisely told, the
coroner had not interrupted her.
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