They kept me there for a week, and I wished
that I had died there, for when they came to me it was to tell me that
Jones was dead, and I was the cause of it. I who loved him so!" And the
girl's eyes filled with tears.
"What was the cause of his death?" asked Quincy.
"He was young, healthy, and careless," answered Lindy. "He took a bad
cold and it developed into lung fever. Even then he claimed it was
nothing and would not see a doctor. One morning he did not come to the
office, his clerk went to his room, but when the doctor was called it
was too late. It was very sad that he should die so, believing that I
had refused to go with him, when I would have given my life for him. He
loved me till death. He left me all his money, but in his will he
expressed the wish that I would never accept a dollar from his parents.
So now you see why Mrs. Putnam does not make me her heiress. You think I
hate Miss Pettengill because she is going to give it to her, but truly I
do not, Mr. Sawyer. What I said when you came in I really meant, and I
hope you will be happy, Mr. Sawyer, even as I hoped to be years ago.
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