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That evening, in the luminous dusk of our sitting-room, I sat up and gave Duke my history. He would have stopped me at the outset, but I would brook no eccentric philosophy in the imperious fever of insistence that was my mood. I told him of all that related personally to me -- my deed, my repentance -- my brother's exposure and renewed menaces; but to Zyp I only referred in such manner as to convey the impression that whatever influence she had once exerted over me was dead with boyhood and scarcely to be resurrected.
That here I intentionally told a half-truth only, cowardly in the suspicion that the whole would be resented by my hearer on Dolly's behalf, I cannot deny. I dared not commit myself to a policy of absolute confidence.