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MR. GRYCE DECEIVES NEW IMPETUS
"There’s nothing ill
Can dwell in such a temple."
Tempest.
THIS astounding discovery made a most unhappy impression upon me. It was true, then. Eleanore the beautiful, the lovesome, was—I did not, could not finish the sentence, even in the silence of my own mind.
"You look surprised," said Mr. Gryce, glancing curiously towards the key. "Now, I ain’t. A woman does not thrill, blush, equivocate, and faint for nothing; especially such a woman as Miss Leavenworth."
"A woman who could do such a deed would be the last to thrill, equivocate, and faint," I retorted. "Give me the key; let me see it."
He complacently put it in my hand. "It is the one we want. No getting out of that."
I returned it. "If she declares herself innocent, I will believe her."
He stared with great amazement. "You have strong faith in the women," he laughed. "I hope they will never disappoint you."
I had no reply for this, and a short silence ensued, first broken by Mr. Gryce. "There is but one thing left to do," said he. "Fobbs, you will have to request Miss Leavenworth to come down. Do not alarm her;
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