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[Softly and tremblingly.] But if that relation were not

Not?

not our relation?

[Stares at her in astonishment.] Not ours? Why, what can you mean by that?

It is best I should tell you at once, Alfred.

Yes, yes; tell me!

The letters to mother. Those in my portfolio

Well?

You must read them—when I am gone.

Why must I?

[Struggling with herself.] For then you will see that