“Miss Pigot, shall I tell you the truth?” he asks.
I nod vigorously.
“Miss Pigot, if you engage me to do anything, these letters will become a matter of public record. Once that happens, their contents can never be removed from people’s memory.” Mr. Carruthers puts the letters back in the envelope. “Though it’s a difficult pill to swallow, I think your best course would be to find other employment.”
“But that isn’t right!” I clench my fists. “There’s not a shred of truth in any of these letters. They are all lies!”
“Nevertheless, Miss Pigot. I often find truth is of little consequence in these sorts of matters.”
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