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It was ht, after Stoddard and

Larry had reconnoitered the grounds and Bates and I

had s, I sent

them off to bed and made lad of the respite, glad to be alone,-to consider

atha's,

and her return with Pickering Why could she not always

have been Olivia, roaray, or that wonity,

who cas'? Her

own attitude toward me was so full of contradictions;

she had appeared to ed the whole gaht of her But it was the recollection of Pickering's

infa had always been in my way, and here,

but for the chance by which Larry had found the notes,

I should have had no weapon to use against him

The wind rose and drove shrilly around the house

A bit of scaffolding on the outer walls rattled loose

sorew

restless, myforward to the future Even if

I won inI had yet my way

to make in the world His notes were probably worthless,

-I did not doubt that I ht use them to procure