That's a woman's hand, I am positive.

Look here, Oleander!" "My opinion exactly! Couldn't possibly be Miss Dane's own writing, could it ?" once more with his spectral smile.
"Sir!" cried the baronet, reddening angrily.
"I beg your pardon.

But look at the case dispassionately, Sir Roger.
My previous impression that Miss Dane was not forcibly abducted is continued by the strange manner of her return." "Mine also," chimed in Lawyer Sardonyx.
"Suppose we all postpone forming an opinion on the subject," said the lazy voice of the young artist, "until to-morrow, and allow Miss Dane, when the has recovered from her present fatigue and hunger, to explain for herself." "Thanks, Ingelow"-- Mr.Walraven turned a grateful glance upon the lounging artist--"and, meantime, gentlemen, let us adjourn to the drawing-room.

Standing talking here I don't admire." He led the way; the others followed--Sir Roger last of all, lost in a maze of bewilderment that utterly spoiled his joy at his bride's return.
"What can it mean?
What can it mean ?" he kept perpetually asking himself.

"What is all this mystery?
Surely--surely it can not be as these men say! Mollie can not have gone off of herself!" It was rather dull the remainder of the evening.