My feelings as a husband would lead me to hold it as a sacred legacy from all eyes but my own; but there is a mystery hidden in it, a mystery which I must penetrate, and you are the only man who can assist me in doing so." The lawyer, lowering his eyes to hide their own suspicious glint, opened the paper, and carefully read these lines: "Forgive.

My troubles are too much for me.

I'm going to a place of rest, the only place and the only rest possible to one in my position.
I don't blame anybody.

Least of all do I blame Anitra.

It was not her fault that she was brought up rudely, or that she knows no restraint in love or in hate.