The Grinder Papers — page 145: what you’re looking at

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140 LHE GRINDER PAPERS. ‘*You ain't failed?” sez she. He walks up tu her, and sez he: ‘‘Fiend! Traitoress! Sarpent !” “Well,” sez she, ‘‘hev you gone mad?” Sez he, ‘‘I hev discovered your treachery. Tell me his name. ” ‘*Who’s namel” sez she. 3 ‘‘'The writer o’ these letters,” sez he. She put on the biggest heap o’ astonishment, and sez she: ‘*Let me see them.” ‘“No,” sez he. ‘‘I shall keep ’em for proofs. I shall hev a divorce, maam. I hev your love letters here, ma’am—your love letters.” ‘It's news to me, ef I’ve got any,” sez she, cool as a cucum- ber. ‘‘ Where did you find ’em ?” ‘I owe the diskivery tu Miss Grinder,’ bd sez he. ‘‘And where did you get them?” sez she. ‘‘Out o' your desk,” sez I. ‘‘I seen you when you leetle thought o’ bein’ observed ; and I calkerlate to put down sich carryins on wherever I diskiver ’em. You're a disgrace tu the wummen sect,” sez I. “Ah!” sez she. ‘‘ Well, I missed some letters, and ef you'll be kind enough to read ’em out, I'll tell you who writ ’em.” Sez he, ‘‘Your audacity beats everything, woman. Listen, then, viper : | | ‘‘*Dearest Pamela—I have but a moment to spare; but I * is » he s 7 “" e: - al ~ & es * cS : - 0KS nN } | Bed v rye - -« . wes micbo : ore ie ‘ne ? ; : . Faint a = Ae se ine ™ : bh as _. / *