Most happily my
rascal, Terence, forwarded it; most happily, and by the grace of
God, as I think, I thought to leave him the name of a halting-place
where I might pick up letters, yet I expected none. What a dullard
I was, Bawn, not to have known! I compared my years and sorrows and
my white hairs with your youth and beauty, and I thought you must
love that golden lad, your cousin. Heart's delight, it will take
all the years that are left to me to tell you my gratitude. There
will be no sacrifice, child, and I do certainly believe there is no
secret that Lord and Lady St. Leger need fear. I should come to you
on the wings of the wind if there was not a reason that I must stay
a little while, and if it were not that some one is hurrying to
Aghadoe whom I can trust to tear the web of lies to pieces. He will
come in time, and I shall not long delay to follow. And you are
mine and I am yours for ever and ever.
"Your devoted
"Anthony Cardew."
The letter at once delighted and bewildered me.
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