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I had
better see her to prevent noise. Now, then, Johnson."
Mr. Johnson led the way down a grand, sweeping staircase, rich in
gilding and carving, through a paved and vaulted hall, and out into
a lofty vestibule.
There a woman stood, dripping wet and wretchedly clad, as
miserable-looking a creature as ever walked the bad city streets. The
flare of the gas-jets shone full upon her--upon a haggard face lighted
up with two blazing eyes.
"For God's sake! Miriam!"
Carl Walraven started back, as if struck by an iron hand. The woman took
a step forward and confronted him.
"Yes, Carl Walraven--Miriam! You did well to come at once. I have
something to say to you. Shall I say it here?"
That was all Messrs. Johnson and Wilson ever heard, for Mr. Walraven
opened the library door and waved her in, followed, and shut the door
again with a sounding slam.
"Now, then," he demanded, imperiously, "what do you want? I thought you
were dead and--"
"Don't say that other word, Mr. Walraven; it is too forcible. You only
hoped it. I am not dead. It's a great deal worse with me than that.


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