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I suddenly stood still, with my eyes riveted on his face. He stepped close up to me, and lowered his voice suddenly.

yearly-repeated anguish? What does he think of Christian

"And _I_ was poisoned," he said. "What I want to know is--Who poisoned Mr. Keller?"

yearly-repeated anguish? What does he think of Christian

MR. DAVID GLENNEY PRODUCES HIS CORRESPONDENCE, AND THROWS SOME NEW LIGHTS ON THE STORY

yearly-repeated anguish? What does he think of Christian

Be pleased to read the following letter from Mr. Lawyer's-Clerk-Schmuckle to Mr. Town-Councilor-Hof:

"My honored Sir,--I beg to report that you may make your mind easy on the subject of Madame Fontaine. If she leaves Frankfort, she will not slip away privately as she did at Wurzburg. Wherever she may go now, we need not apply again to her relations in this place to help us to find her. Henceforth I undertake to keep her in view until the promissory note falls due.

"The lady is at present established as housekeeper in the employment of the firm of Wagner, Keller, and Engelman; and there (barring accidents, which I shall carefully look after) she is likely to remain.

"I have made a memorandum of the date at which her promissory note falls due--viz., the 31st December in the present year. The note being made payable at Wurzburg, you must take care (in the event of its not being honored) to have the document protested in that town, and to communicate with me by the same day's post. I will myself see that the law takes its regular course.

"Permit me most gratefully to thank you for the advance on my regular fees which you have so graciously transmitted, and believe me your obedient humble servant to command."

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In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —

In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —

ignorant soul, led captive in his childhood to a brainless

ignorant soul, led captive in his childhood to a brainless

but since he did not seem to mind it I was mollified; in

but since he did not seem to mind it I was mollified; in

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