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Miss Dunross laid down her pen, and slowly turned her head to look at me. "Surely you have something more to add to your letter?" she said. "Certainly," I answered. "I don't know what is the matter with me. The effort of dictating seems to be beyond my power this evening." "Can I help you?" she asked. I gladly accepted the suggestion.
Van Brandt had seen in her dream the longing in me to find a means of assuring Miss Dunross that she still held her place apart in my memory and my heart was more than mortal fortitude could resist. I was pledged in honor not to return to Shetland, and not to write. How to communicate with her secretly, in some other way, was the constant question in my mind as the days went on.
As long as I live, I believe I shall tremble when I think of what I saw near you in that darkened room." She stopped again. Was she approaching the subject of the shrouded figure, with the black veil over its head? Was she about to describe her first discovery, in the dream, of Miss Dunross? "Tell me one thing first," she resumed. "Have I been right in what I have said to you, so far?
The hours wore on; the day drew to its end and still she never appeared. I left my room to enjoy the last sunny gleam of the daylight in the garden attached to the house; first telling Peter where I might be found, if Miss Dunross wanted me.
Dunross begged that I would excuse him, if he deferred the proposed interview until the next morning. The next morning was the morning of my departure. Did the message mean that he had no wish to see me again until the time had come to take leave of him? I inquired of Peter whether his master was particularly occupied that evening. He was unable to tell me.
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