And then, towards the end, "My Paul," she
wrote, "that first night you were my caprice, and afterwards my love, but
now you are my life, and for this I must leave you, to save that life,
sweet lover. Seek me not, heart of my heart. Believe me, I would not go if
there were any other way. Fate is too strong for us, and I must bow my
head. Were I to remain even another hour, all Dmitry's watching could not
keep you safe. Darling, while I thought they menaced me alone, it only
angered me, but now I know that you would pay the penalty, I can but go. If
you follow me, it will mean death for us both. Oh! Paul, I implore you, by
our great love, go into safety as soon as you can. You must leave Venice,
and return straight to England, and your home. Darling--beloved--lover--if
we never meet again in this sad world let this thought stay with you
always, that I love you--heart and mind--body and soul--I am utterly and
forever YOURS."
As he read the last words the room became dark for Paul, and he fell back
like a log on the bed, the paper fluttering to the floor from his nerveless
fingers.
She was gone--and life seemed over for him.
Here, perhaps an hour later, Tompson found him still unconscious, and in
terrified haste sent off for a doctor, and telegraphed to Sir Charles
Verdayne:
"Come at once, TOMPSON.
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