"Lord Hastings himself gave it to me," he continued. "He was a guest at
my father's cottage at Nahant last summer. He came to America and spent
three months vainly searching for you. He loves you devotedly, and made
me promise that if I ever found you I would cable at once to the address
on that card, and he said he would come to America on the next steamer.
Of course when I made that promise I did not know that Lindy Putnam and
Celeste Archimbault were one and the same person."
"But knowing it as you now do, Mr. Sawyer, you will not send him any
word. Give me your solemn promise you will not. I cannot marry him. You
know I cannot. There is no Lindy Putnam, and Celeste Archimbault has no
right to the name she bears."
"Did you come to New York when you left Eastborough, as you promised you
would?" inquired Quincy.
"No, I did not, Mr. Sawyer," said she. "Forgive me, but I could not. I
was distracted, almost heartbroken when I reached Boston the day she
died. She had robbed me of all hope of ever finding my relatives, and
but for my hatred of her I believe I would have had brain fever.
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