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"Oh, sir!" he broke out, "I do not think there is anything more

terrible than to witness in one we love a sorroe are unable to

reach!" Here he paused, and I saw that the sweat stood out upon

his brow, and that his hand was tight clenched as he drew it

across his te once

hoone"

"Gone?" said I

"Gone, sir"

"And she left no trace--no letter?"

"No, she left no letter, sir, but I did find so that had rolled into a corner of the room"

"And as that?"

"This, sir!" As he spoke, his burning eyes never leaving mine,

he thrust a hand into his bosoht was

where it had been all along, hidden in his pocket--and held out

to entlemen wear at their fobs

"Ah!" I exclai it towards me; "look at it!"