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Stockton, Frank Richard, 1834-1902

"The House of Martha"

I was
present at the dissolution. I think she will probably come to the city
this afternoon."
I snatched up my hat. "I must go to her instantly," I said. "I must see
her before she reaches her mother. I have lost time already."
"Upon my word!" exclaimed Miss Laniston, "your way of taking it is
indeed interesting. Not a word of thanks, not a sign of recognition"--
I had nearly reached the door, but now rushed back and seized her by the
hand. "Excuse me," I said, "but you can see for yourself"--and with one
violent shake I dropped her hand, and hurried away.
"Oh, yes," she cried, "I can easily see for myself," and as I left the
house I heard her hearty laugh.
I sprang into my cab, ordering the man to drive fast for the railroad
station. It mattered not to me whether Walkirk went to Europe or not.
All I cared for was to catch the next train which would take me to
Arden.


XLVIII.
IN A COLD, BARE ROOM.

When I reached Arden I took one of the melancholy vehicles which stand
at our station, and very much astonished the driver by ordering him to
take me, not to my own home, but to the House of Martha.
"You know they're busted up, sir," said the man, turning to me, as his
old horse hurried us along at the best of his speed.


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