I’ll show it to you later. CHAPTER XXIII. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. “The Vote is the symbol of everything,” said Miss Brett. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. Her name was Rhea. It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. "Before to-morrow morning I will ascertain what has become of Thames, or perish in the attempt. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere.
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