"
"You saw all the papers," I interposed, "and they bear out every
statement."
"Yes, but could they not be forged? Why should any honest lawyer
advise a client to undertake such a fraud?"
"Why, really I do not know," I returned, looking at her in
astonishment. "Of course it does seem queer, but the case is a
peculiar one, and, perhaps, can be solved in no strictly legal way. If
you felt so about it, why did you not say so before?"
"Don't get angry--please. I hardly think I was myself then. It was
just an impulse I could not resist to get away from the past. I was
desperate enough then for anything. I don't think I cared whether it
was right or wrong. But on the train I lay awake and thought it all
over, and--and I would have gone back then if I could. I am sorry, so
sorry, but I am thoroughly ashamed of myself--here, as I am."
"You mean, pretending to be my wife?"
"Yes; that--that is bad enough, surely. I must have been crazy to ever
consent. Even if the truth is never known I can no longer respect
myself. But--but that is not all--we are actually criminals, engaged
in a criminal plot. Because the plan was concocted by a lawyer makes
no difference. We could be arrested, imprisoned."
"I supposed you understood.
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