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"I have thought several times lately that you are not so open and frank
with me as you used to be. Are you keeping something from me, Lancy? I
wonder if you have found out the truth of the words I said to you in
Halifax. Do not forget that it was to be 'honor bright' between us. I am
beginning to hope that my surmises are correct, but I know it is hardly
fair to force a confession from you that I shrink from making myself. It
may be true that 'open confession is good for the soul,' but I find it is
particularly mortifying to the body.
"But I have been talking to you through the piano to-night, Lancy, and I
must set down in writing a little of what is in my mind, for I have to
confess to you, Lancy, that I can no longer _honestly_ keep the ring that
has stood 'for a sign between me and thee.' Now, do not mistake me, dear
Lancy. I have heard no word of love from any man's lips since I left you,
but for all that I have met someone that will always stand between you and
me, and I really have little to tell you, only that under the conditions I
cannot keep the ring any longer. Will you release me from any promise I may
have given you, and tell me truly if you are not pleased that I asked for
the release? You must not think that I have ceased to care for you, for
there are times, when I am at the piano, that I would give all I ever
possessed to have you beside me, and I have missed you more than I can
tell.
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