The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 108: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. / 99 anxiety had led her to the door of the room, “ how bad he be! Only to think of his cursing his good kind master, who is taking such pains to do him good! ” ““Mammon, Judas, devil!” roared Gridley, still addressing Grindem; “I can see you. Gold—all gold! No, no,” he added after a pause— there are blood and tears mixed with it! It is no use—I’ll not be bribed! No more robbery and murder! What do you want? Why do you hold me? I'll confess all!” ** Robbery!” said one of the men, addressing the merchant, “I am sure, sir, he is as honest as the day. I’d answer with my life for him !”’ ‘And I,”’ added the widow. ““ My good people, I am quite satisfied with my poor clerk’s honesty,” replied the man of wealth. “ In cases like these the sufferer takes the strangest fancies, and is almost always most bitter in invective against those who wish them best. Oh, here,” he added, with an involuntary sigh of relief, “comes the doctor. He will decide what had best be done with him.” The damp dew of perspiration stood upon the speaker’s brow, for the excitement was almost too much for him; still, he resolved to persevere to the last. More than fortune was at stake—his reputation; al- though the substance had long disappeared. Perhaps for that very reason he clung more tenaciously to the shadow. The appearance of the medical man was the signal for a fresh explosion of passion on the part of Gridley. HZ COUN Goo! SS (SO