The Experiences of a Barrister, and Confessions of an Attorney by Samuel Warren
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Armitage, opening the door of her mother's chamber, called her by name.
She immediately placed what was in her hand on the marble top of a side-table standing in the corridor, and hastened to Miss Armitage. Witness left the room she had been in a few minutes afterwards, and, curious to know what Mrs. Bourdon and her son had been struggling for, went to the table to look at it. It was an oddly-shaped glass bottle, containing a good deal of a blackish-gray powder, which, as she held it up to the light, looked like black-lead! "Would you be able to swear to the bottle if you saw it?" "Certainly I should." "By what mark or token?" "The name of Valpy or Vulpy was cast into it--that is, the name was in the glass itself." "Is this it?" "It is: I swear most positively." A letter was also read which had been taken from Bourdon's pocket. It was much creased, and was proved to be in the handwriting of Mrs. Armitage. It consisted of a severe rebuke at the young man's presumption in seeking to address himself to her daughter, which insolent ingratitude, the writer said, she should never, whilst she lived, either forget or forgive. This last sentence was strongly underlined in a different ink from that used by the writer of the letter. |
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