Six months have passed and no one guesse...

Six months have passed and no one guesses the fate of George Talboys--how should they? The secret is here, here! hidden in my own breast for ever. Robert Audley is sparing no pains to discover his dear friend. I'm afraid he'll not be successful--he little thinks he daily passes the spot where the body lies. I wish I could banish the remembrance of the fatal meeting from my mind, but I cannot. By day I think of it, and at night I can fancy he is before me in the solitude of my chamber, when sleep should be sealing my eyelids and rest bring me repose--repose, did I say. I know it not, but I will, these abject fears and whisperings of conscience shall be hushed. I am Lady Audley, powerful, rich, and unsuspected, with not one living witness to rise up against me.

C.H. Hazlewood, "Lady Audley's Secret" in Nineteenth Century Plays, ed. George Rowell, Oxford University Press, 1987, pp.250-1.

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