Chapter 40 Chapter 39 Results of Major Criminal Cases

Let heaven judge her, let the thorns in her chest Stab her and sting her. For she has intelligence, if I can judge; she has beauty, if my eyes do not lie; She is also honest, and she has proved it herself, so she is smart, beautiful, and honest, and she will always be in my heart. "Oh, Eleanor!" I walked towards her. "Extremely good news, are you ready? When you hear the news, your pale cheeks will return to color, your dull eyes will return to light, and your life will be restored." Hopeful and sweet again, are you ready? Tell me." I urged her on, bending over where she was sitting, because she looked like she might pass out at any moment.

"I don't know," she stammered, "I'm afraid you have a different definition of good news than I do. Unless—" "What?" I asked, taking her hand. The smile on my face should have reassured her, because the news represented immense joy. "Tell me, don't be afraid." That being said, she was terrified.She has been suspected of murder for so long, it has long been a part of her.How can she understand that the evidence for this crime is fundamentally wrong?How to make her understand that she has no reason to worry about the past, present and future?

I told her the truth, with all my passion and tenderness, to let her know that her suspicions were unfounded and that Truman Havel—not Mary—was the murderer the evidence showed, and that The same evidence made her mistakenly believe that her cousin killed her uncle.Her first reaction was to pray that she could see Mary as soon as possible, because she had wronged Mary. "Take me to her! Oh, take me to her! If I hadn't knelt down and begged her to forgive me, I wouldn't be able to breathe, I wouldn't be able to think. Oh, how unfair I am to accuse her! My accusation It's not fair!"

Seeing that she was so excited, I comforted her as much as possible, and called a carriage to take her to my cousin's residence. "Mary must have sniffed at me, must not have looked me in the eye. She would have done that, and I don't blame her!" she said excitedly as the carriage drove down the street. Impossible to be forgiven. But only God knows, and I doubted her for my reasons. If you knew--" "Of course I know," I interrupted her. "Mary admitted that the circumstantial evidence was extremely bad for her, and asked a little hesitantly whether I could maintain my innocence with all the evidence against her. But—"

"Wait, oh, wait a minute. Mary really said that?" "yes." "She said that today?" "yes." "Mary must have changed." I didn't speak up.I wanted her to experience for herself how Mary had changed.A few minutes later the carriage stopped, and I hastened to accompany her into the once gloomy house.Through the light of the hall, I saw a change in her expression, which surprised me a lot.Her eyes lit up, her cheeks glowed again, her eyebrows were raised high, and there was no sadness at all.Under the sunshine of hope, the ice cubes of despair melted quickly.

Thomas answered the door, expressing, somewhat sullenly, that he was glad to see Mademoiselle again. "Miss Leavenworth is in the reception room," he said. I nodded, and saw Eleanor barely able to move from the excitement.I asked her if she wanted to go to the reception room right away, or wait until her mood was more stable. "I'll be there right away, I can't wait." She broke free from my hand, walked across the hall, and put her hand on the antechamber curtain, which suddenly opened and Mary stepped out. "Mary!" "Eleanor!" The tone of the two expressed their thoughts in one word.I didn't need to look to know that Eleanor had fallen at her cousin's feet, and that her cousin had helped her up quickly.I don't need to listen to know that their misunderstanding has been resolved.

"I misunderstood you too deeply, you can't forgive me!" A low voice followed. "I'm so ashamed, anything can be forgiven!" I know that the long-standing rift between the two has finally been resolved, and the seeds of future mutual trust and empathy between the two are beginning to germinate. I rested in the reception room for about half an hour, when I heard the door open gently, I saw Mary standing on the threshold with genuine humility on her face.I was surprised to see her unattainable beauty become slightly more approachable. "If the heart of shame can purify the heart, you will be considered happy." I muttered to myself, then walked forward, and stretched out my hand, with respect and sympathy in my heart.I thought I wouldn't feel that way about her again.

She seemed touched by my actions.She turned red and came to me. "Thank you," she said, "I have so much to thank you for. I didn't know how much I owed you until tonight. However, I can't say much now. I hope you can come in and help me convince Aye Lino, ask her to take this property from me. It belongs to her, and you know it. It was meant to be given to her in the will, or if—” "Wait a minute," I said.She made such a request to me about disposing of the property, which rekindled the fear in my heart, "Have you weighed this issue carefully? Are you really determined to transfer the property to the cousin?"

Her expression said it all. "Ah, why do you ask me like that?" This sentence seems superfluous. Mr. Claflin sat beside Eleanor when we entered the reception room.He got up immediately, pulled me aside, and said sincerely: "Mr. Raymond, I sincerely apologize to you now, and I hope it is not too late. You have a document in your hand that should not have been forced to you. Because I I have always regretted the momentary inattention. If you can read that I was in a state of mental confusion at the time, I hope you can forget the past, and I will always be grateful to you. If not—"

"Mr. Claflin, there is no need to say any more. Let what happened at that moment pass, and I have long been determined to forget it as soon as possible. There are too many things to look forward to in the future, and there is no time to look back on the sad past." We exchanged looks of mutual understanding and friendship, and hurried to the lady. In what follows from our conversation, it is worth mentioning the results.Eleanor was still determined not to accept the guilt-stained property, and the two finally agreed to donate the property to form a large charity that would benefit the city and the unfortunate poor.Having settled the matter, we thought of our friends, especially Mr. Willey.

"He should have known," said Mary, "that he pitied us as much as our father." Then, in an expression of remorse, she would shoulder the drudgery of telling him the truth. Yet Elinor, accustomed to generosity, would not hear her say so. "No, Mary," she said, "you have suffered too much. Let me go with Mr. Raymond." Seeing the brilliance of hope and confidence on their faces, we bid farewell and walked into the night again, into a dream that I have never been able to wake up from. The light in her eyes has now become the North Star that guides the direction of my life. Made me happy for months.