The Clique of Gold by Émile Gaboriau
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on the bed with an air of injured innocence. To all appearances, the
envelopes had not been touched. Henrietta glanced at them, and then, holding out her hand to the old man, she said,-- "I thank you, sir!" He did not stir; but he felt that this false evidence of honesty had helped him more than all his eloquence. He hastily added,-- "After all, I could not resist the temptation to read the directions, and to draw my own conclusions. Who is Count Ville-Handry? I suppose he is your father. And M. Maxime de Brevan? No doubt he is the young man who called to see you so often. Ah, if you would but trust me! If you but knew how a little experience of the world often helps us to overcome the greatest difficulties!" He was evidently deeply moved. "However, wait till you are perfectly well again before you come to any decision. Consider the matter carefully. You need not tell me any thing else but what is absolutely necessary for me to know in order to advise you." "Yes, indeed! In that way I may"-- "Well, I'll wait, why, as long as you want me to wait,--two days, ten days." "Very well." |
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