`` I -- I could not help loving you , Una . If you have read the letters you know all the rest . '' `` I have read the letters , every word , '' she answered , pressing her hand a little more closely to her breast . `` Perhaps I should not have done so , for I soon discovered that they were not meant for me to read . I thought at first you had sent them , although the writing of the address on the packet did not look like yours ; but even when I knew you did not I could not help reading them all . I do not know who sent them , but I am very grateful to the sender . '' `` Grateful ? '' he said wonderingly . `` Yes . I have something to forgive you , but not -- not your presumption . It is your blindness , I think -- and -- and your cruel resolution to go away and never tell me of your -- your love for me . If it had not been for the sending of these letters I might never have known . How can I forgive you for that ? '' `` Una ! '' he said . He had been very blind , but he was beginning to see . He took a step nearer and took her hands . She threw up her head and gazed , blushingly , steadfastly , into his eyes . From the folds of her gown she drew forth the little packet of letters and kissed it . `` Your dear letters ! ''
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