" "I hadn't thought of that. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but the blackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. Admire her as much as you choose—at a distance. " A detective. “How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner.
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