The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 18, April, 1859 by Various
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will hear from me. Comfort your mother, and believe that I shall be
happier earning my own living. We shall meet in better times. God bless you both for your kindness to one who had no claim upon you! "ALICE." "The dear creature!" said Mrs. Monroe, taking the note and kissing it. "Why did you let her trunk go, mother? You might have detained the man who came for it, and sent for me. I would have followed him to the ends of the earth." "I don't know, my son. I was confused. I hardly knew what happened. I shook so that I sat down, and Bridget must have got it." Tears ran down her cheeks, and her hands trembled so that her fork dropped. "Never mind, dear mother. Pray, be calm. I did not wish to disturb you." There was a ring at the door. A gentleman wished to see Mr. Monroe. Rising from the table, he went into the parlor. "Mr. Monroe," began the stranger, in an agitated manner, "do you know anything of a young lady named Lee,--Alice Lee?" "Yes," replied Monroe, with equal excitement, "I know her well. What of her? Where is she? Have you found her?" "Found her?" said the other, with surprise. "Is she not here?" |
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