Night again in this house of many mysteries. Late night. Quiet had succeeded intense excitement; darkness, the flashing here and there of many lights. Orpha had retired; even Edgar was asleep. I alone kept watch.
To these others peace of a certain nature had come amid all the distraction; but not to me. For me the final and most desperate struggle of all was on, -- that conflict with self which I had foreseen with something like fear when I opened the old document so lately found by Orpha, and beheld Edgar's name once more in its place as chief beneficiary.
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