[Sml-implementers] He ran awa

[Paull <aig...@ec...>]

N! Iris!--it is incredible--it is horrible! What shall we do?" He first
wrote a letter, to the care of the lawyers. He informed her that he had
made a discovery of the highest importance to herself--he refrained from
anything that might give rise to suspicion; he implored her to give him
an interview anywhere, in any part of the world--alone, he told her that
the consequences of refusal might be fatal--absolutely fatal--to her
future happiness: he conjured her to believe that he was anxious for
nothing but her happiness: that he was still, as always, her most
faithful friend. Well; he could do no more. He had not the least
expectation that his letter would do any good; he did not even believe
that it would reach Iris. The money was received and paid over to her
own account. There was really no reason at all why she should place
herself again in communication with these lawyers. What would she do,
then? One thing only remained. With her guilty husband, this guilty w