ON the day of the marriage Agnes Lockwood sat alone in the little drawing-room of her London lodgings, burning the letters which had been written to her by Montbarry in the bygone time.
The Countess's maliciously smart description of her, addressed to Doctor Wybrow, had not even hinted at the charm that most distinguished Agnes--the artless expression of goodness and purity which instantly attracted every one who approached her. She looked by many years younger than she really was. With her fair complexion and, her shy manner, it seemed only natural to speak of her as "a girl," although she was now really advancing toward thirty years of age. She lived alone with an old nurse devoted to her, on a modest little income which was just enough to support the two. There were none of the ordinary signs of grief in her face, as she slowly tore the letters of her false lover in two, and threw the pieces into the small fire which had been lighted to consume them. Unhappily for herself, she was one of those women who feel too deeply to find relief in tears. Pale and quiet, with cold trembling fingers, she destroyed the letters one by one without daring to read them again. She had torn the last of the series, and____________________
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Publication information: Book title: The Haunted Hotel:A Mystery of Modern Venice. Contributors: Wilkie Collins - Author. Publisher: Peter Fenelon Collier. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1970. Page number: 33.
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