When he found it out he went one night to the graveyard and opened up the grave and the casket to get that brooch . '' `` Oh , Aunt Philippa , that is a horrible story , '' I cried , recoiling with a shiver over the gruesomeness of it . '' ` Course it is , but what would you expect of a man ? '' retorted Aunt Philippa . Somehow , her stories began to affect me in spite of myself . There were times when I felt very dreary . Perhaps Aunt Philippa was right . Perhaps men possessed neither truth nor constancy . Certainly Mark had forgotten me . I was ashamed of myself because this hurt me so much , but I could not help it . I grew pale and listless . Aunt Philippa sometimes peered at me sharply , but she held her peace . I was grateful for this . * * * * * But one day a letter did come from Mark . I dared not read it until I was safely in my own room . Then I opened it with trembling fingers . The letter was a little stiff . Evidently Mark was feeling sore enough over things . He made no reference to our quarrel or to my sojourn in Prince Edward Island . He wrote that his firm was sending him to South Africa to take charge of their interests there .
He would leave in three weeks ' time and could not return XXXXX five years .
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