The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot
decipher the signature. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. Very soon
she would be able to forget it. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these
pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their
inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours.
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