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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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It was only a sweet young lady,evidently of the higher classes, all byherself, probably not come to stay thenight, as she had no luggage with her,only a reticule. The girl, left to herself, lay thinkingin the darkness. The steps of her neigh-bor could be heard for some time pacingrestlessly to and fro. Then all was si-lence. Marguerite, in the stillness of thehour, rose up painfully on her couch.She stretched out her hand, with suddenresolve, to the bell, and rang it loud, like achallenge. The woman, who had promisedto remain within call, appeared at once. So ? said the woman, her face allabeam with interest. Tell me of this lady in the nextroom, replied Marguerite. Tell meimmediately. She is Dutch, you say—not French ? Dutch, every inch of her; a sweet,high-born lady, as any one can see. Young ? Kind-looking ? All kindness and goodness and sweet-ness and youth, said the tender-heartedchambermaid. I wouldnt troubleyou, she says twice in one minute. No,nor she wouldnt trouble a flea.
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ARE YOU A GOOD PATRIOT ? DO YOU LOVE YOUR COUNTRYMEN ? Half-tone plate engraved by G. M. Lewis THE CUSTOM-HOUSE EXAMINATION THE PASSPORT. 115 Marguerite had let herself slip from thecouch. I will go to her, she said. You lie still, my pretty— At once. There is no time to belost. Help me. Any moment some onemay join her. I will go and call her—prepare her! She might refuse. Come, aid me be-fore my husband returns. She draggedherself the few requisite steps, the womanassisting her. Come in, said a pleasant voice. TheFrench girl sank on the nearest seat. Let me speak to you a momentalone, for the love of God! she said,exchanging her broken Dutch for herown language. Agnes motioned assent. She hadthought the knock to mean her cousin.The note lay ready on the table by whichshe informed Felix of her intention toaccompany Floris through the custom-house and to leave the British vessel in arowing-boat, landing far up the Y beforesunrise. The plan had its manifest dan-gers, but she was cer

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