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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
Capítulo 10, Página 26
“Please
don’t
apologize
to
me,”
Lord
St.
Simon
said
bitterly.
“Yes,
I
know
I
treated
you
badly
and
should
have
talked
to
you
before
leaving.
But
I
was
confused,
and
when
I
saw
Frank
again,
I
didn’t
know
what
I
was
doing.
I’m
surprised
I
didn’t
faint
right
there
at
the
altar.”
“Mrs.
Moulton,
would
you
prefer
my
friend
and
I
to
leave
while
you
explain?”
“If
I
can
give
my
opinion,”
said
the
stranger,
“there’s
been
too
much
secrecy
already.
I’d
like
all
Europe
and
America
to
know
the
truth.”
He
was
a
small,
wiry
man,
sunburnt,
clean-shaven,
with
a
sharp
face
and
quick
manner.
“I’ll
tell
our
story
now,”
said
the
lady.
“Frank
and
I
met
in
’84
at
McQuire’s
camp
near
the
Rockies,
where
my
father
worked.
We
were
engaged,
but
then
my
father
found
gold
and
got
rich,
while
Frank’s
claim
went
nowhere.
The
richer
my
father
became,
the
poorer
Frank
was,
so
my
father
ended
our
engagement
and
took
me
to
San
Francisco.
Frank
didn’t
give
up,
though;
he
followed
me
and
saw
me
secretly.
We
decided
Frank
would
go
make
his
fortune
and
wouldn’t
return
until
he
had
as
much
as
my
father.
I
promised
to
wait
for
him
forever
and
not
marry
anyone
else.
‘Why
don’t
we
marry
now?’
he
asked,
‘so
I’ll
be
sure
of
you,
but
I
won’t
claim
you
as
my
wife
until
I
return.’
We
talked
it
over,
and
with
a
clergyman
ready,
we
married.
Then
Frank
left
to
seek
his
fortune,
and
I
returned
to
my
father.”
“The
next
I
heard,
Frank
was
in
Montana,
then
Arizona,
and
later
New
Mexico.
Then
a
newspaper
story
said
a
miners’
camp
was
attacked
by
Apache
Indians,
and
Frank’s
name
was
among
the
dead.
I
fainted
and
was
very
ill
for
months.
My
father
thought
I
was
declining
and
took
me
to
many
doctors
in
San
Francisco.
I
didn’t
hear
any
news
for
over
a
year,
so
I
believed
Frank
was
dead.
Then
Lord
St.
Simon
came
to
San
Francisco,
and
we
went
to
London.
A
marriage
was
arranged,
and
my
father
was
pleased,
but
I
knew
no
one
could
replace
Frank
in
my
heart.”
“Still,
if
I
married
Lord
St.
Simon,
I’d
do
my
duty
as
his
wife.
We
can’t
control
our
feelings,
but
we
can
control
our
actions.
I
went
to
the
altar
intending
to
be
a
good
wife.
But
imagine
my
shock
when
I
saw
Frank
in
the
first
pew,
looking
at
me.
At
first,
I
thought
he
was
a
ghost;
then
I
saw
he
was
really
there,
with
a
questioning
look,
asking
if
I
was
happy
or
sad
to
see
him.
I
almost
fainted.
Everything
spun,
and
the
clergyman’s
words
buzzed
in
my
ears.
I
didn’t
know
what
to
do.
Should
I
stop
the
service
and
cause
a
scene?
I
looked
at
him
again,
and
he
put
a
finger
to
his
lips,
signaling
me
to
stay
quiet.
Then
he
scribbled
a
note.
As
I
passed
his
pew,
I
dropped
my
bouquet,
and
he
slipped
the
note
into
my
hand
when
he
returned
it.
It
asked
me
to
join
him
when
he
signaled.
I
knew
my
first
duty
was
to
him,
so
I
decided
to
do
whatever
he
directed.”
“When
I
returned,
I
told
my
maid,
who
knew
him
from
California
and
was
his
friend.
I
asked
her
to
say
nothing
and
pack
a
few
things.
I
should
have
spoken
to
Lord
St.
Simon,
but
it
was
hard
with
his
mother
and
all
those
important
people
there.
I
decided
to
run
away
and
explain
later.
I
hadn’t
been
at
the
table
ten
minutes
when
I
saw
Frank
outside.
He
signaled
to
me
and
walked
into
the
Park.
I
slipped
out,
put
on
my
things,
and
followed
him.
A
woman
tried
to
talk
to
me
about
Lord
St.
Simon—sounded
like
he
had
secrets
too—but
I
got
away
and
caught
up
with
Frank.
We
took
a
cab
to
lodgings
he
had
in
Gordon
Square.
That
was
my
true
wedding
after
years
of
waiting.
Frank
had
been
a
prisoner
with
the
Apaches,
escaped,
went
to
San
Francisco,
found
I
thought
he
was
dead,
and
followed
me
to
England,
finding
me
on
my
second
wedding
day.”
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