yrle had informed them of his death, and had advised them to proceed immediately to Limmeridge House.
Some dim perception of a great change dawned on my mind. Laura spoke before I had quite realised it. She stole close to me to enjoy the surprise which was still expressed in my face.
`My darling Walter,'' she said, `must we really account for our boldness in coming here I am afraid, love, I can only explain it by breaking through our rule, and referring to the past.''
`There is not the least necessity for doing anything of the kind,'' said Marian. `We can be just as explicit, and much more interesting, by referring to the future.'' She rose and held up the child kicking and crowing in her arms. `Do you know who this is, Walter'' she asked, with bright tears of happiness gathering in her eyes.
`Even my bewilderment has its limits,'' I replied. `I think I can still answer for knowing my own child.''
`Child!'' she exclaimed, with all her easy gaiety of old times. `Do you talk in that familiar manner of one of the landed gentry of England Are you aware, when I present this illustrious baby to your notice, in whose presence you stand Evidently not! Let me make two eminent personages known to one another: Mr Walter Hartright -- the Heir of Limmeridge.''
So she spoke. In writing those last words, I have written all. The pen falters in my hand. The long, happy labour of many months is over. Marian was the good angel of our lives -- let Marian end our Story. ⊙思⊙兔⊙網⊙文⊙檔⊙共⊙享⊙與⊙在⊙線⊙閱⊙讀⊙
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