"Or are you only saying it
to comfort me?"
"I believe it from the bottom of my heart. Come down to
Holmescroft for an hour--for half an hour and satisfy yourself."
"Of what? You don't understand. I see the house every day-every
night. I am always there in spirit--waking or sleeping. I
couldn't face it in reality."
"But you must," I said. "If you go there in the spirit the
greater need for you to go there in the flesh. Go to your
sister's room once more, and see the window--I nearly fell out of
it myself. It's--it's awfully low and dangerous. That would
convince you," I pleaded.
"Yet Aggie had slept in that room for years," she interrupted.
"You've slept in your room here for a long time, haven't you? But
you nearly fell out of the window when you were choking."
"That is true. That is one thing true," she nodded. "And I might
have been killed as--perhaps Aggie was killed."
"In that case your own sister and cousin and maid would have said
you had committed suicide, Miss Moultrie.
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