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"Gad, Peter!--how should I know?" But, seeing the distress in my

face, he smiled, and tendered me the letter "She left this 'For

Peter, when he awoke'--and I've been waiting for Peter to wake

all thethe paper with tremulous

hands read: "DEAREST, NOBLEST, AND MOST DISBELIEVING OF PETERS,

--Oh, did you think you could hide your hateful suspicion from

me--from me who know you so well? I felt it in your kiss, in the

touch of your strong hand, I saw it in your eyes Even when I

told you the truth, and begged you to believe ht it was my hand that had killed Sir

Maurice, and God only knows the despair that filled me as I

turned and left you

"And so, Peter--perhaps to punish you a little, perhaps because I

cannot bear the noisy world just yet, perhaps because I fear you

a little--I have run away But I reuilty, you lovedof hunger and fatigue--came to find me And so,

Peter, I have not run so very far, nor hidden myself so very

close, and if you understandAnd dear, dear Peter, there is just one

other thing, which I hoped that you would guess, which any other

would have guessed, but which, being a philosopher, you never did

guess Oh, Peter--I was once, very long ago it seems, Sophia

Charmian Sefton, but I am now, and alas, Your Humble

Person, "CHARMIAN"