_Was_ it
wrong? Was the man who had been tricked out of his wife to blame
for shutting the cabin door, and leaving the man who had tricked
him to drown in the wreck? Yes; the woman wasn't worth it.
"What am I sure of that really concerns myself?
"I am sure of one very important thing. I am sure that
Midwinter--I must call him by his ugly false name, or I may
confuse the two Armadales before I have done--I am sure that
Midwinter is perfectly ignorant that I and the little imp of
twelve years old who waited on Mrs. Armadale in Madeira, and
copied the letters that were supposed to arrive from the West
Indies, are one and the same. There are not many girls of twelve
who could have imitated a man's handwriting, and held their
tongues about it afterward, as I did; but that doesn't matter
now. What does matter is that Midwinter's belief in the Dream
is Midwinter's only reason for trying to connect me with Allan
Armadale, by associating me with Allan Armadale's father and
mother. I asked him if he actually thought me old enough to have
known either of them. And he said No, poor fellow, in the most
innocent, bewildered way. Would he say No if he saw me now? Shall
I turn to the glass and see if I look my five-and-thirty years?
or shall I go on writing? I will go on writing.
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