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KATHLEEN WARREN herself opened the door, the servants having all gone to bed. She was in an emotional state, her face stained with tears, and her breath coming quickly. She flung herself into Pamela's arms, and began to sob; in her hand was Bernard's letter.
Pamela caressed her hair, and soothed her as she would a frightened child.
"It was all my fault," the girl kept repeating through her sobs. "What can I do? What can I do?"
"Let me read the letter, darling."
It was, as she expected, a letter of wounded pride from a man who considered himself deeply injured. Perhaps he was really acting from the highest altruistic motives in setting his fiancée free from an engagement with a man who was under suspicion of being concerned in causing the death of her father. Pamela hoped that these
