The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 167: what you’re looking at

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158 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. along the road as if she was well aware where she was going. This was not so. She was exploring an unknown country. ' She was penniless and alone. She met several persons, and fancied they looked at her curiously. She did not stop to tell them of her distressed condition, but walked bravely on. She knew not where. At length she,same to a low cottage in the middle of a garden. She passed through the gate and down the garden path. A little dog ran out and barked, then jumped and aIGK ed about, greeting her joyfully. She rang the bell. In a few moments light footsteps sounded, and a young girl opened the door. ““Can I see the lady of the house?” inquired the way- farer. “Yes, ma'am. Walk into the parlor.” An old lady in a white cap sat by the fire knitting. ‘‘Good-morning, mam,” she said, politely. She was a stout, fresh-colored old lady, and her face, and the tone of her voice, somehow recalled the past to the mind of the stranger. ‘<Good-morning, madam. Pardon my intrusion, and allow me to tell my story.” Rete The story was briefly this: “<The woman was an Englishwoman. She had come to America with a man who believed himself her son. He was not, but only a son by adoption. ‘¢ He was ill-disposed, idle, and vicious. ‘His mother had an income, and he depended upon her. ‘When they arrived in New York he managed to decoy her to a strange hotel. There she was drugged and taken to Dr. Story’s private insane asylum. She had made her escape, and was now penniless. She knew not where——” m =) Gomichbooks. co