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After the door had closed, Helen stood a moment by the table, motionless. Then she sat down by the feeble light of the taper and wrote upon a sheet of paper her husband's address and one word -- 'forgiven. ' She looked at the writing fixedly for a minute or two, and then rang the bell.
"Have this telegram sent at once, please, and bring me a lamp and dinner," she said to the servant.