You cannot think that she has not sought for you, and mourned for you, all these years ?" "Oh no," said Rachel, with another burst of sorrow, "John has told me.
They searched, they advertised, they suffered agony, and feared every terrible thing, till at last they were obliged to soothe one another by trying to think me, by speaking of me as, dead.

Little Mopsie thinks I am dead.

So it has been, and so it must be." "So it must not be," I persisted, and I fought with her all night.

The dawn was in the room before she got up to leave me, pale, and worn, and weary, but promising that she would make yet one more great struggle with herself to break the chain of deceit with which one rash falsehood had so strongly bound her..