He demanded money of me, and to keep him away from me I gave it to him.

Again and again he came for money; I suffered as I cannot tell you, but never once in my misery did I weaken in my promise to my father and to myself.
But--at last--I ran away.
"I went to Egypt, and then to India.

A year later I learned that Mortimer FitzHugh had gone to America, and I returned to London.

For two years I heard nothing of him; but day and night I lived in fear and dread.

And then came the news that he had died, as you read in the newspaper clipping.