Instead of her usual precise and delicate hand, the letters were large, tremulous, and straggling, and the lines slanted downward.
"Write to me, speak to me, no more.

For pity's sake let me forget there is a man in the world who is my brother and his murderer.
"EDITH." Guy opened this letter with a hopeful face, and turned pale as ashes at the contents.
But his conscience was clear, and his spirit high.

"Unjust idiot!" he muttered, and locked her letter up in his desk.
Next morning he received a letter from Joseph Little, in a clear, stiff, perpendicular writing: "SIR,--I find my sister-in-law wrote you, yesterday, a harsh letter, which I do not approve; and have told her as much.

Deceased's affairs were irretrievable, and I blame no other man for his rash act, which may God forgive! As to your kind and generous invitation, it deserves her gratitude; but Mrs.Little and myself have mingled our tears together over my poor brother's grave, and now we do not care to part.

Before your esteemed favor came to hand, it had been settled she should leave this sad neighborhood and keep my house at Birmingham, where she will meet with due respect.