Harold, before you reached home to see father die he begged me
to love you as I loved Will. He gave Will into your special care.
He wrote you a loving letter, telling you his plans and wishes
for your future, that he left the care of Will's education and his
little property to you. If he died, it was to be yours. If you died,
Will was to inherit what you left. How I hated him for this! I had
a legacy from Aunt Mary which, with my share, would be enough for me,
he said. How I hated him for writing this! The breath had scarcely
left his body before I tore the paper to pieces. Will you forgive