Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 198: what you’re looking at

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192 Roanoke of Roanoke Hal. CHAPTER XIII. HOW I TOLD MY STORY, AND EARNED MY REWARD. As I made my way to Roanoke Hall next morning, to impart to my uncle the strange information which I had so strangely acquired, I could rot withhold my admiration from the ingenuity of my grandmother’s arrangements for attracting attention to her secret deposi- tory—an ingenuity which, as is often the case, had defeated its purpose by over-ela- _ boration. The explanation of the couplet, even down to “Safe Binde, Safe Finde,” was complete, but the allusion was so very ab- struse that it was small wonder that no one had ever realized its true bearing. I had no doubt, however, that she had intended to relate the matter to me in a surer fashion, and that this was what she struggled so pain- fully to reveal as she lay dying. = comichbooks.com