Ah, Eglington, you never knew what love was, you never had
a heart--experiment, subterfuge, secrecy, 'reaping where you had
not sowed, and gathering where you had not strawed.' Always,
experiment, experiment, experiment!
"I shall be gone in a few hours--I feel it, but before I go I must
try to do right, and to warn you. I have had such bad dreams about
you and Harry--they haunt me--that I am sure you will suffer
terribly, will have some awful tragedy, unless you undo what was
done long ago, and tell the truth to the world, and give your titles
and estates where they truly belong. Near to death, seeing how
little life is, and how much right is in the end, I am sure that I
was wrong in holding my peace; for Harry cannot prosper with this
black thing behind him, and you cannot die happy if you smother up
the truth. Night after night I have dreamed of you in your
laboratory, a vague, dark, terrifying dream of you in that
laboratory which I have hated so. It has always seemed to me the
place where some native evil and cruelty in your blood worked out
its will.
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