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eye betraying in any way the slightest leaning towards ennui, though face and figure were of that type which seems most to invite and cherish it.
"He can have no connection with the police force," thought I; "nor is it by any means certain that he knows me, or is interested in my affairs; but I shall not soon forget him, for all that."
The summons from Eleanore Leavenworth came about eight o’clock in the evening. It was brought by Thomas, and read as follows:
"Come, Oh, come! I—" there breaking off in a tremble, as if the pen had fallen from a nerveless hand.
It did not take me long to find my way to her home.
