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The unwelcojjae babe — The defriiuded young mother — The struggle between life and death — “ Your baby is in heaven ”

— A brief retrospect — A marriage for social position — An ambitious wife and a disappointed husband — The young daughter — The matrimonial market — The Circassian slaves of modern society — The highest bidder — Disappearance —

The old sad story— Secret marriage — The letters — Disappointed ambition — Interview between the parents — The mother’s purpose — “ Baffled, but not defeated” — The father’s surprise — The returned daughter — Forgiven — “I am not going away again, father dear ” — Insecurity and distrust.... 21

Chapter II

The hatred of a bad woman — Mrs. Dinneford’s plans for the destruction of Granger — Starting in business — Plots of Mrs. Dinneford and Freeling — The discounted notes — The trap — Granger’s suspicions aroused — Forgery — Mrs. Dinneford relentless — The arrest — Fresh evidence of' crime upon Granger’s person — The shock to Edith — ‘‘ That night her baby was born” 33

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“ It is a splendid boy” — A convenient, non-interfering family doctor — Cast adrift — Into the world in a basket, unnamed and disowned — Edith’s second struggle back to life — Her mind a blank — Granger convicted of forgery — Seeks to gain knowledge of his child — The doctor’s evasion and ignorance — An insane asylum instead of State’s prison — Edith’s slow return to intelligence — “There’s something I can’t understand, mother” — “Where is my baby?” — “What of George?” — No longer a child, but a broken-hearted woman — The divorce 49

Chapter IV

Sympathy between father and daughter — Interest in public charities — A dreadful sight — A sick babe in the arms of a half-drunken woman — “ Is there no law to meet such cases ?”

— “ The poor baby has no vote” — Edith seeks for the grave of her child, but cannot find it — She questions her mother, who baffles her curiosity — Mrs. Bray’s visit — Interview between Mrs. Dinneford and Mrs. Bray— “The baby isn’t living?” — “Yes ; I saw it day before yesterday in the arms of a beggar-woman” — Edith’s suspicions aroused — Determined to discover the fate of her child — Visits the doctor — “Your baby is in heaven”— “ Would to God it were so, for I saw a baby in hell not long ago !” 58

Chapter V

Mrs. Dinneford visits Mrs. Bray — “ The woman to whom you gave that baby was here yesterday” — The woman must be put out of the way — Exit Mrs. Dinneford, enter Pinky

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Swett — “ You know your fate — New Orleans and the yellow fever” — “ All I want of you is to keep track of the baby” — Division of the spoils — Lucky dreams — Consultation of the dream-book for lucky figures — Sam McFaddon and his backer, who “ drives in the Park and wears a two thousand dollar diamond pin” — The fate of a baby begged with —

The baby must not die — The lottery-policies 71

Chapter VI

Rottenness at the heart of a great city — Pinky Swett’s attempted rescue of a child from cruel beating — The fight — Pinky’s arrest — Appearance of the “queen” — Pinky’s release at her command — The queen’s home — The screams of children being beaten — The rescue of “ Flanagan’s Nell” — Death the great rescuer — “ They don’t look after things in here as they do outside — Everybody’s got the screws on, and things must break sometimes, but it isn’t called murder —

The coroner understands it all” 84

Chapter VII

?inky Swett at the mercy of the crowd in the street — Taken to the nearest station-house — Mrs. Dinneford visits Mrs. Bray again — Fresh alarms — “She’s got you in her power”

— “ Money is of no account” — The knock at the door — Mrs. Dinneford in hiding — The visitor gone — Mrs. Bray reports the woman insatiable in her demands — Must have two hundred dollars by sundown — No way of escape except through police interference — “ People who deal with the devil generally have the devil to pay” — Suspicion — A mistake — Sound of feet upon the stairs — Mrs. Dinneford again in hiding—Enter Pinky Swett— Pinky disposed of— Mrs. Dinne- 2

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PAGES ford again released — Mrs. Bray’s strategy — “Let us be

• friends still, Mrs. Bray” — Mrs. Dinneford’s deprecation and humiliation — Mrs. Bray’s triumph.... 102

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Mrs. Bray receives a package containing two hundred dollars —

“ Poor baby ! I must see better to its comfort” — Pinky meets ^

a young girl from the country — The “ Ladies’ Eestaurant” — Fried oysters and sangaree — ^The “bindery” girl — “My head feels strangely” — Through the back alley — The ten-cent lodging house — Eobbery — A second robbery — A veil drawn — A wild prolonged cry of a woman — The policeman listens only for a moment, and then passes on — Foul play —

“ In all our large cities are savages more cruel and brutal in their instincts than the Comanches” — Who is responsible?.. 117

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Valuation of the spoils — The receiver — The “ policy-shop” and its customers — A victim of the lottery mania 134

CHAPTEE X.

“ Policy-drunkards” — A newly-appointed policeman’s blunder — The end of a “ policy-drunkard” — Pinky and her friend in consultation over “ a cast-off baby in Dirty alley” — “ If you can’t get hush-money out of its mother, you can bleed Fanny Bray” — The way to starve a baby — Pinky moves her quarters without the use of “a dozen furniture cars” — A baby’s home — The baby’s night nurse — The baby’s supper — The baby’s bed — How the baby’s money is spent — Where the baby’s nurse passes the night — The baby’s disappearance

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Eeserve between mother and daughter — Mrs. Dinneford disapproves of Edith’s charitable visits — Mrs. Dinneford meets Freeling by appointment at a hotel — “ There’s trouble brewing”—“A letter from George Granger” — Accused of conspiracy— Possibility of Granger’s pardon by the governor — An ugly business — In great peril — Freeling’s threats of exposure — A hint of an alternative 161

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Mr. Freeling fails to appear at his place of business — Examination of his bank accounts — It is discovered that he has borrowed largely of his friends — Mrs. Dinneford has supplied him $20,000 from her private purse — Mrs. Dinneford ' falls sick, and temporarily loses her reason — “ I told you her name was Gray — Gray, not Bray” — Half disclosures — Eecovery — Mother and daughter mutually suspicious— The visitor — Mrs. Dinneford equal to the emergency — Edith thrown off the track 172

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Edith is satisfied that her babe is alive— She has a desire to teach the children of the poor— “My baby may become like one of these”— She hears of a baby which has been stolen— :Eesolve8 to go and see it, and to apply to Mr. Paulding of the Briar street mission for assistance in her attempt— Mr. Paulding persuades her that it is best not to see the child, and promises that he himself will look after it — Eeturns home— Her father remonstrates with her, finally promises to help her

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Mr. Dinneford sets out for the mission -house — An incident on the way — Encounters Mr. Paulding — Mr. Paulding makes his report — “ The vicious mark their offspring with unmistakable signs of moral depravity ; this baby has signs of a better origin ” — A profitable conversation — “ I think you had better act promptly” .-i 194

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Mr. Dinneford with a policeman goes in quest of the baby — - The baby is gone — Inquiries — Mr. Dinneford resolves to persevere — Cause of the baby’s disappearance — Pinky Swett’s curiosity — Change of baby’s nurse — Baby’s improved condition — Baby’s firlst experience of motherly tenderness — Baby’s first smile — “Such beautiful eyes” — Pinky Swett visits the St. John mission-school — Edith is not there 208

CHAPTER XVI.

Mr. Dinneford’s return, and Edith’s disappointment — “ It is somebody’s baby, and it may be mine ” — An unsuspected listener — Mrs. Dinneford acts promptly — Conference between Mrs. Dinneford and Mrs. Hoyt, olios Bray — The child must be got out of the way — “ If it will not starve, it must drown” — Mrs. Dinneford sees an acquaintance as she leaves Mrs. Hoyt’s, and endeavors to escape his observation— A new danger and disgrace awaiting her 218

CHAPTER XVII.

Mental conditions of mother and daughter — Mr. Dinneford aroused to a sense of his moral responsibilities — The hea-

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theu in our midst — The united evil of policy-lotteries and whisky-shops — The education of the policy-shops 227

CHAPTER XVIII.

News item : “ A child drowned ” — Another news item : Pinky Swett sentenced to prison for robbery — Baby’s improved condition — Mrs. Burke’s efforts to retain the baby after Pinky Swett’s imprisonment — Baby Andy’s rough life in the street — Mrs. Burke’s death— Cast upon the world — Andy’s adventures — He finds a home and a friend 234

CHAPTER XIX.

Mr. Dinneford visits the mission-school — A comparison of the present with the past — The first mission-school — Reminiscences of the school in its early days — The zealous scholar — Good efiects of the mission — “Get the burning brands apart, or interpose incombustible things between them ” —

An illustration — “Let in light, and the darkness flees” 248

CHAPTER XX.

“ The man awoke and felt the child against his bosom, soft and warm ” — ^ed by a little child — “ God being my helper,

I will be a man again ” — A new life — Meeting of an old friend — A friend in need — Food, clothes, work — A new home — God’s strength our only safety 2G4

CHAPTER XXI.

Intimate relations of physical and moral purity — Blind Jake — The harvest of the thieves and beggars — Inconsiderate charity — Beggary a vice — “ The deserving poor are never common beggars” — “To help the evil is to hurt the good”

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— The malignant ulcer in the body politic of our city — The breeding-places of epidemics and malignant diseases — Little Italian street musicians — The existence of slavery in our midst — Facts in regard to it 280

CHAPTER XXII.

Edith’s continued interest in the children of the poor — Christmas dinner at the mission-house — Edith perceives Andy, and feels a strange attraction toward him — Andy’s disappearance after dinner — Pinky Swett has been seen dragging him away — Lost sight of 293

CHAPTER XXIII.

Christmas dinner at Mr. Dinneford’s — The dropped letter —

It is missed — A scene of wild excitement — Mrs. Dinneford’s sudden death — Edith reads the letter — A revelation— “ Innocent !” — Edith is called to her mother — “ Dead, and better so !” — Granger’s innocence established — An agony of affection — Xo longer Granger’s wife 307

CHAPTER XXIV.

Edith’s sickness — Meeting of Mrs. Bray and Pinky Swett — A trial of sharpness, in which neither gains the advantage —

Mr. Dinneford receives a call from a lady — The lady, who is Mrs. Bray, offers information — Mr. Dinneford surprises her into admitting an important fact — Mrs. Bray offers to produce the child for a price — Mr. Dinneford consents to pay the p;*ice on certain stipulations — Mrs. Bray departs, promising to come again 314

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CHAPTER XXV.

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Granger’s pardon procured — How he receives his pardon — Mrs. Bray tries to trace Pinky home — Loses sight of her in the street — Mrs. Bray interviews a shop-woman — Pinky’s destination — The child is gone 324

CHAPTER XXVI.

Mrs. Bray does not call on Mr. Dinneford, as she promised — Peril to Andrew Hall through loss of the child — Help — Edith longs to see or write to Granger, but does not — Edith encounters Mrs. Bray in the street — “ Where is my baby?” — Disappointment — How to identify the child if found 334

CHAPTER XXVII.

No trace of Andy — Account of Andy’s abduction — Andy’s prison — An outlook from prison — A loose nail — The escape — The sprained ankle — The accident 341

CHAPTER XXVIII.

Edith’s visit to the children’s hospital — “ Oh, my baby ! thank God I my baby 1” — The identification 354

CHAPTER XXIX.

Meeting of Mr. Dinneford and George Granger— “ We want you to help us find your child” — “ Edith’s heart is calling out for you” — The meeting — The marriage benediction 362

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A BABY had come, but he was not welcome. Could anything be sadder ?

The young mother lay with her white face to the wall, still as death. A woman opened the chamber door noiselessly and came in, the faint rustle of her garments disturbing the quiet air.

A quick, eager turning of the head, a look half anxious, half fearful, and then the almost breathless question, “ Where is my baby

Never mind about the baby,” was answered, almost coldly; <‘he’s well enough. Pm more concerned about you.”

Have you sent word to George ?”

“ George can’t see you. I’ve said that before.”

“ Oh, mother ! I must see my husband.”

“ Husband !” The tone of bitter contempt with which the word was uttered struck the daughter like a blow. She had partly risen in her excitement, but now fell back with a low moan, shutting her eyes and turning her face

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away. Even as she did so, a young man stepped back from the door of the elegant house in which she lay with a baffled, disappointed air. He looked pale and wretched.

“ Edith !’^ Two hours afterward the doctor stood over the young mother, and called her name. She did not move nor reply. He laid his hand on her cheek, and almost started, then bent down and looked at her intently for a moment or two. She had fever. A serious expression came into his face, and there was cause.

The sweet rest and heavenly joy of maternity had been denied to his young patient. The new-born babe had not been suffered to lie even for one blissful moment on her bosom. Hard-hearted family pride and cruel worldliness had robbed her of the delight with which God ever seeks to dower young motherhood, and now the overtaxed body and brain had given way.

For many weeks the frail young creature struggled with delirium — struggled and overcame.

“ Where is my baby V*

The first thought of returning consciousness was of her baby.

A woman who sat in a distant part of the chamber started up and crossed to the bed. She was past middle life, of medium stature, with small, clearly cut features and cold blue eyes. Her mouth was full, but very firm. Self-poise was visible even in her surprised movements. She bent over the bed and looked into Edith’s wistful eyes.

“Where is my baby, mother?” Mrs. Dinneford put her fingers lightly on Edith’s lips.

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“ You must be very quiet,” she said, in a low, even voice. “The doctor forbids all excitement. You have been extremely ill.”

“ Can’t I see my baby, mother ? It won’t hurt me to see my baby.”

“ Not now. The doctor — ”

Edith half arose in bed, a look of doubt and fear coming into her face.

“ I want my baby, mother,” she said, interrupting her.

A hard, resolute expression came into the cold blue eyes of Mrs. Dinneford. She put her hand firmly against Edith and pressed her back upon the pillow.

“ You have been very ill for nearly two months,” she said, softening her voice. “No one thought you could live. Thank God ! the crisis is over, but not the danger.”

“ Two months ! Oh, mother !” ‘

The slight flush that had come into Edith’s wan face faded out, and the pallor it had hidden for a few moments became deeper. She shut her eyes and lay very still, but it was plain from the expression of her face that thought was busy.

“Not two whole months, mother?” she said, at length, in doubtful tones. “ Oh no ! it cannot be.”

“It is just as I have said, Edith ; and now, my dear child, as you value your life, keep quiet ; all excitement is dangerous.”

But repression was impossible. To Edith’s consciousness there was no lapse of time. It seemed scarcely an hour since the birth of her baby and its removal from her sight. The inflowing tide of mother-love, the pres-

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sure and yearning sweetness of which she had begun to feel when she first called for the baby they had not permitted to rest, even for an instant, on her bosom, was now flooding her heart. Two months ! If that were so, what of the baby ? To be submissive was impossible.

Starting up half wildly, a vague terror in her face, she cried, piteously,

“ Oh, mother, bring me my baby. I shall die if you do not

“ Your baby is in heaven,” said Mrs. Dinneford, softening her voice to a tone of tender regret.

Edith caught her breath, grew very white, and then, with a low, wailing cry that sent a shiver through Mrs. Dinneford’s heart, fell back, to all appearance dead.

The mother did not call for help, but sat by the bedside of her daughter, and waited for the issue of this new struggle between life and death. There was no visible excitement, but her mouth was closely set and her cold blue eyes fixed in a kind of vacant stare.

Edith was Mrs. Dinneford’s only child, and she had loved her with the strong, selfish love of a worldly and ambitious woman. In her own marriage she had not consulted her heart. Mr. Dinneford’s social position and wealth were to her far more than his personal endowments. She would have rejected him without a quicker pulse-beat if these had been all he had to ofier. He was disappointed, she was not. Strong, self-asserting, yet politic, Mrs. Dinneford managed her good, husband about as she pleased in all external matters, and Jeft him to the free enjoyment of his personal tastes, preferences and friendships. The house they lived in, the furniture it contained, the style and equipage ^sumed by the family, were all of her choice, Mr. Dinneford giving merely a half-constrained or half-indifferent consent. He had learned, by painful and sometimes humiliating experience, that any contest with Mrs. Helen Dinneford upon which he might enter was sure to end in his defeat.

He was a man of fine moral and intellectual qualities. His wealth gave him leisure, and his tastes, feelings and habits of thought drew him into the society of some of the best men in the city where he lived — ^best in the true meaning of that word. In all enlightened social reform movements you would be sure of finding Mr. Howard Dinneford. He was an active and efficient member in many boards of public charity, and highly esteemed in them all for his enlightened philanthropy and sound judgment. Everywhere but at home he was strong and influential ; there he was weak, submissive and of little account. He had long ago accepted the situation, making a virtue of necessity. A different man — one of stronger will and a more imperious spirit — would have held his own, even though it wrought bitterness and sorrow. But Mr. Dinneford’s aversion to strife, and gentleness toward every one, held him away from conflict, and so his home was at least tranquil.

Mrs. Dinneford had her own way, and so long as her husband made no strong opposition to that way all was peaceful.

For Edith, their only child, who was more like her father than her mother, Mr. Dinneford had the tenderest

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regard. The well-springs of love, choked up so soon after his marriage, jv^ere opened freely toward his daughter, and he lived in her a new, sweet and satisfying life. The mother was often jealous of her husband’s demonstrative tenderness for Edith. A yearning instinct of womanhood, long repressed by worldliness and a mean social ambition, made her crave at times the love she had cast away, and then her cup of life was very bitter. But fear of Mr. Dinneford’s influence over Edith was stronger than any jealousy of his love. She had high views for her daughter. In her own marriage she had set aside all consideratioDS but those of social rank. She had made it a stepping-stone to a higher place in society than the one to which she was born. Still, above them stood many millionnaire families, living in palace-homes, and through her daughter she meant to rise into one of them. It mattered not for the personal quality of the scion of the house ; he might be as coarse and common as his father before him, or weak, mean, selfish, and debased by sensual indulgence. This was of little account. To lift Edith to the higher social level was the aU in all of Mrs. Dinneford’s ambition.

But Mr. Dinneford taught Edith a nobler life-lesson than this, gave her better views of wedlock, pictured for her loving heart the bliss of a true marriage, sighing often as he did so, but unconsciously, at the lost fruition of his own sweet hopes. He was careful to do this only when alone with Edith, guarding his speech when Mrs. Dinneford was present. He had faith in true principles, and with these he sought to guard her life. He knew

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that she would be pushed forward into society, and knew but too well that one so pure and lovely in mind as well as person would become a centre of attraction, and that he, standing on the outside as it were, would have no power to save her from th^ saddest of all fates if she were passive and her mother resolute. Her safety must lie in herself.

Edith was brought out early. Mrs. Dinneford could not wait. At seventeen she was thrust into society, set up for sale to the highest bidder, her condition nearer that of a Circassian than a Christian maiden, with her mother as slave-dealer.

So it was and so it is. You may see the thing every day. But it did not come out according to Mrs. Dinneford’s programme. There was a highest bidder; but when he came for his slave, she was not to be found.

Well, the story is trite and brief — the old sad story. Among her suitors was a young man. named Granger, and to him Edith gave her heart. But the mother rejected him with anger and scorn. He was not rich, though belonging to a family of high character, and so fell far below her requirements. Under a pressure that almost drove the girl to despair, she gave her consent to a marriage that looked more terrible than death. A month before the time fixed for its consummation, she barred the contract by a secret union with Granger.

Edith knew her mother’s character too well to hope for any reconciliation, so far as Mr. Granger was concerned. Coming in as he had done between her and the consummation of her highest ambition, she could never

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feel toward him anything but the most bitter hatred; and so, after remaining at home for about a week after her secret marriage, she wrote this brief letter to her mother and went away :

My Dear Mother : I do not love Spencer Wray, and would rather die than marry him, and so I have made the marriage to which my heart has never consented, an impossibility. You have left me no other alternative but this. I am the wife of George Granger, and go to cast my lot with his.

‘ ‘‘ Your loving daughter,

“ Edith.”

To her father she wrote :

My Dear, Dear Father : If I bring sorrow to your good and loving heart by what I have done, I know that it will be tempered with joy at my escape from a union with one from whom my soul has ever turned with irrepressible dislike. Oh, my father, you can understand, if mother cannot, into what a desperate strait I have been brought. I am a deer hunted to the edge of a dizzy chasm, and I leap for life over the dark abyss, praying for strength to reach the farther edge. If I fail in the wild effort, I can only meet destruction; and I would rather be bruised to death on the jagged rocks than trust myself to the hounds and hunters. I write passionately — you will hardly recognize your quiet child; but the repressed instincts of my nature are strong, and peril and despair have broken their bonds. I did not consult you

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about tbe step I have taken, because ! dared not trust you with my secret. You would have tried to hold me back from the perilous leap, fondly hoping for some other way of escape. I had resolved on putting an impassable gulf between me and danger, if I died in the attempt. I have taken the leap, and may God care for me !

“ I have laid up in my heart of hearts, dearest of fathers, the precious life-truths that so often fell from your lips. Not a word that you ever said about the sacredness of marriage has been forgotten. I believe with you that it is a little less than crime to marry when no love exists — that she who does so, sells her heart’s birth* right for some mess of pottage, sinks down from the pure level of noble womanhood, and traffics away her person, is henceforth meaner in quality if not really vile.

“ And so, my father, to save myself from such a depth of degradation and misery, I take my destiny into my own hands. I have grown very strong in my convictions and purposes in the last four weeks. My sight has become suddenly clear. I am older by many years.

As for George Granger, all I can now say is that I love him, and believe him to be worthy of my love. I am willing to trust him, and am ready to share his lot, however humble.

« Still hold me in your heart, my precious father, as I hold you in mine. Edith.”

Mr. Einneford read this letter twice. It took him some time, his eyes were so full of tears. In view of her 3* approaching marriage with Spencer Wray, his heart had felt very heavy. It was something lighter now. Young Granger was not the man he would have chosen for Edith, but he liked him far better than he did the other, and felt that his child was safe now.

He went to his wife’s room, and found her with Edith’s letter crushed in her hand. She was sitting motionless, her face pale and rigid, her eyes fixed and stony and her lips tight against her teeth. She did not seem to notice his pi’esence until he put his hand upon her, which he did without speaking. At this she started up and looked at him with a kind of fierce intentness.

‘‘Are you a party to this frightful thing?” she demanded.

Mr. Dinneford weakly handed her the letter he had received from Edith. She read it through in half the time it had taken his tear-dimmed eyes to make out the touching sentences. After she had done so, she stood for a few moments as if surprised or baffled. Then she sat down, dropping her head, and remained for a long time without speaking.

“ The bitter fruit, Mr. Dinneford,” she said, at last, in a voice so strange and hard that it seemed to his ears as if another had spoken. All passion had died out of it.

He waited, but she added nothing more. After a long silence she waved her hand slightly, and without looking at her husband, said,

“ I would rather be alone.”

Mr. Dinneford took Edith’s letter from the floor, where

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it had dropped from his wife’s hand, and withdrew from her presence. She arose quickly as he did so, crossed the room and silently turned the key,. locking herself in. Then her manner changed ; she moved about the room in a half-aimless, half-conscious way, as though some purpose was beginning to take shape in her mind. Her motions had an easy, cat-like grace, in contrast with their immobility a little while before. Gradually her step became quicker, while ripples of feeling began to pass over her face, 'which was fast losing its pallor. Gleams of light began shooting from her eyes, that were so dull and stony when her husband found her with Edith’s letter crushed in her grasp. Her hands opened and shut upon themselves nervously. This went on, the excitement of her forming purpose, whatever it was, steadily increasing, until she swept about the room like a fury, talking to herself and gesticulating as one half insane from the impelling force of an evil passion.