After the usual compliments had passed between them, Juliet asked, with
an air of intense anxiety depicted on her fine countenance, if Mr.
Wildegrave thought it possible that Anthony Hurdlestone had committed
the murder?
He replied sorrowfully, "My dear Miss Whitmore, I know not what to
think."
"Have you seen him since his imprisonment?"
"I have not. Many sorrows have confined me at home. This melancholy
business has had a sad effect upon the weak nerves of my poor little
sister. Clary is ill. I fear dying. She has expressed such a strong
desire to see you, Miss Whitmore, once again, that I came over to make
known to you her urgent request. It is asking of you a very great favor;
but one, I hope, that you will not refuse to grant to our tears."
"Juliet is in very poor health herself," said her father. "If she could
be spared this trying scene, it would be the better for her."
"Poor, pretty Clarissa; and she is ill--is dying," said Juliet, speaking
unconsciously aloud. "This dreadful affair has killed her; and she
wishes to see me. Yes, I will go."
"My child, you know not what you are about to undertake," said the old
man, coming forward. "It may be the death of you."
"Dear papa, I am stronger than you think. I have borne a worse sorrow,"
she added, in a whisper. "Let me go."
"Please yourself, Julee; but I fear it will be too much for you.
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