tyler2
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***MAJOR SPOILERS*** "I wanted no more of the chateau, and knew that I would never visit it again. I had thought that it would hold for me nothing but the tender memories of youthful happiness, that here Bartels and I, and Beatrice, and Ingrid, and all rest of that cheerful crowd could meet within the compass of my mind, and be reunited for an hour or so, and talk and walk and laugh and love as we had done in the days gone by. "But it didn't work out that way. "Fear became mixed with the joy, and remorse and self-reproach stretched out their long, strong fingers and smeared the images. I suppose there is always that risk if you revisit a place where you think you can regain for a while your earlier rapture. "Moreover, one small doubt remained unresolved. "I thought of it as I made my way along the side of the drive, and to where my car stood, its sidelights unlit, a menace to all on the highway. "I thought of it as I drove back to Orleans, and again later, when they asked me whether I had enjoyed 'my sentimental journey', as they called it. "I said I had, of course, though the doubt still nagged at me, and they laughed indulgently. Only Lorna, dear Lorna, my wife, did not laugh, did not even smile; for Lorna had advised me not to go. "My doubt is, I suppose, a case of scruples. "It is due to the fact that as I held the tumbler to Bartels' lips, and watched him drink, a thought flashed through my mind which I tried instantly to suppress. "The thought was: 'He'll never kiss her with those lips again. She's safe now, beyond all risk or doubt; she's mine.' "I wish the thought had never occurred to me. But it cannot be helped now. I am, as I have indicated, a worldly type, little prone to introspection. The memory of that thought will grow fainter. "I won Lorna, and what I win I hold, and nothing, not even the shades of Philip Bartels, shall ever come between us: I was always a better man than Bartels, better at everything, including murder." THE END Good, eh?
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