in it, and as it is entirely, almost entirely, about my cases it may be awkward, that is, I mean …’ He stopped, and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment. ‘You helped to attend dear Lucy at the end. Let me hear how she died, for all that I know of her, I shall be very grateful. She was very, very dear to me.’ To my surprise, he answered, with a horrorstruck look in his face, ‘Tell you of her death? Not for the wide world!’ ‘Why not?’ I asked, for some grave, terrible feeling was coming over me. Again he paused, and I could see that he was trying to invent an excuse. At length, he stammered out, ‘You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part of the diary.’ Even while he was speaking an idea dawned upon him, and he said with unconscious simplicity, in a different voice, and with the naivete of a child, ‘that’s quite true, upon my honour. Honest Indian!’ I could not but smile, at which he grimaced. ‘I gave myself away that time!’ he site visitor. . ‘But do you know that, although I have kept the diary for months past, it never once 2067
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