"Here," continued the mistress of Stagholme, going to the writing-table,
"is his diary; perhaps you would care to look through it? Poor Jem! I am
afraid it will not be very interesting."
Dora took the little dark-coloured book almost indifferently.
"Thanks," she said. "It was always an effort to him to write the very
shortest letter, was it not? Papa would like to see it, I know, if I may
show it to him."
Being rather taller than Mrs. Agar, she could see over that lady's
shoulder as she stood turning over with some curiosity a score or so of
bundles evidently containing letters.
"These," said Mrs. Agar, "seem to be letters; probably our letters to
him. Shall we burn them?"
Dora reflected for a moment. She knew that many of the bundles must
contain letters from herself to Jem--letters which could have been read
from the housetops without conveying anything to the populace. But some
of them--almost between the lines--had been intended to convey, and had
conveyed, something to Jem.
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