Sir Stuart had scarcely moved during the reading of the letter. He had
sat with his right hand covering his eyes, but yet evidently listening
attentively to each word as it fell from the reader's lips. As Quincy
folded up the letter and passed it back to Linda, Sir Stuart arose and
came forward to the front part of the room. Quincy took Linda's hand and
led her towards Mr. Fernborough. Then he said, "Sir Stuart, I think this
letter proves conclusively that this young lady's real name is Linda
Fernborough Chessman. I knew personally Mr. Silas Putnam, mentioned in
the letter, and scores of others can bear testimony that she has lived
nearly all her life with this Silas Putnam, and has been known to all as
his adopted daughter. There is no doubt but that the Linda Fernborough
who was buried at sea was her mother. If you are satisfied that Mrs.
Charles Chessman was your daughter, it follows that this young lady must
be your granddaughter."
"There is no doubt of it in my mind," said Sir Stuart, taking both of
Linda's hands in his. "I live at Fernborough Hall, which is located in
Heathfield, in the county of Sussex.
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