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 Rebecca.

I shall go all the same. If I don't see him, you can tell him that I will write to him—a long letter. Tell him that.

Madam Helseth.

Yes, writing—that may be all very well. But, poor Miss West—I do think you should try to speak to him once more.

Rebecca.

Perhaps so. And yet—perhaps not.

Madam Helseth.

Well—that I should live to see this! I never thought of such a thing.

Rebecca.

What did you think then, Madam Helseth?

Madam Helseth.

Well, I certainly thought Pastor Rosmer was a more dependable man than this.

Rebecca.

Dependable?

Madam Helseth. Yes, that's what I say.

Rebecca.

Why, my dear Madam Helseth, what do you mean?

Madam Helseth.

I mean what's right and true, Miss. He shouldn't get out of it in this way, that he shouldn't.