This is not her writing.

This is some servant's writing.

Who's playing these tricks upon me ?" "It comes under her father's envelope," the Major said.

"Those letters you had before were not in her hand: that is hers." "How do you know ?" said Pen very fiercely.
"I saw her write it," the uncle answered, as the boy started up; and his mother, coming forward, took his hand.

He put her away.
"How came you to see her?
How came you between me and her?
What have I ever done to you that you should--Oh, it's not true! it's not true!"-- Pen broke out with a wild execration.