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 to Morecambe, and that walk along the seashore, when the tide caught us, and I carried you across the water the time that we went to those ruins, and you wore the primroses I picked for you. And I used to read over all your letters, and remember all the things you used to say. Downstairs, under the writing-table, there is a black, tin cash-box—the key is on my bunch—Mrs. Parkin will give it you. It's where I've kept everything that has reminded me of you, all this time. Will you take it back with you You don't know how you've helped me all these years—I wanted to tell you that When I was in difficulties, I used to wonder how you would have liked me to act  When I was lonely and low-spirited, I used to tell myself that you were happy." He paused for breath, and his voice died slowly in the stillness of the room. "You were quite right," he murmured almost inaudibly, "I see it all quite clearly now."

She was bending over him, and was framing his face in her two hands.

"Say I was wrong," she pleaded passionately. "Say I was wicked, wrong. I loved you, Alec I was promised to you. I should have been so happy with you, dear  Alec, my Alec, do not die  God will not let you die  He cannot be so cruel  Come back, Alec  I love you  Do you hear, my Alec? I love you  Ethel loves you  Before God I love you  I was promised to you  I broke my word  I loved you all the time, but I did not know it  Forgive me, my Alec  forgive me  I shall love you always."

He passed his fingers over her forehead tentatively, as if he were in darkness.

"Ethel, every day, every hour, all these years, you have been with me. And now I am going away. Kiss me—just once—just once. There can be no wrong in it now."