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To the woman I wronged--I know not whether she has married or not--bid Iris carry my last message of sorrow at what has happened. I do not regret, and I have never regretted, that I married Alice. But, I gave her pain, for which I have never ceased to grieve. I have been punished for this breach of faith. You will find among the papers an account of all the circumstances connected with this engagement. There is also in the packet my portrait, taken when I was a lad of sixteen; give her that as well; there is the certificate of my marriage, my register of baptism, that of Iris's baptism, my signet ring--
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His arms --the old man interrupted his reading--
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He went on reading:
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My father's last letter to me; Alice's letters, and one or two from yourself. If Iris should unhappily die before her twenty-first birthday, open these papers, find out from them the owner's name and address, seek her out, and tell her that she will never now be disturbed by any claimants to the estate.
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Mr. Aglen died November 25th, 1866, and is buried in the cemetery of Johnson City, Ill.
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For Iris. To be given to her on her twenty-first birthday. From her father.
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It will be her twenty-first birthday, he said,
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He fell into a fit of musing, with the papers in his hand.
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She will be safe, whatever happens to me; and as for me, if I lose her--of course I shall lose her. Why, what will it matter? Have I not lost all, except Iris? One must not be selfish. Oh, Iris, what a surprise--what a surprise I have in store for you!