I think that it was on the tenth day of my long wait, -- I know that it was just two before Miss Colfax's wedding -- that Clarke came in looking a trifle out of sorts and said that he had done something which I might not approve of. He had mailed the letter which Edgar had finally addressed to Miss Colfax. A few words in explanation, and I perceived that he could hardly have helped it; Edgar was so appealing and so entirely unconvinced by what the nurse said concerning the incoherence of its contents. "I know what I have written," he kept saying; and made Clarke swear that he would put it in the first box he saw on leaving the hospital.
"What harm can it do?" Clark anxiously inquired. "It may perplex and trouble Miss Colfax; but we can explain later; can we not, sir?"
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