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HE SLEPT fitfully, was awake enough at dawn. Through the trees he could see the chimneys of Welbury. What should he do? Pshaw! She would have burnt it. Wenda had been panic-stricken because she had lost the money. There was no harm in Wenda. You couldn't imagine her doing anything quite as beastly as making use of the letter, even supposing it still existed.
The proper thing to do would be to see her and have a talk, make the best of things.and get back that letter. He winced at this, but he was wincing at his own cowardice. Why should he compromise with somebody who had been so incredibly base? Of course he had no intention of suing her. The matter must end where it was; there must even be a semblance of friendship between them. He could not betray Wenda; still less could he betray his own folly.