How she did clamber up that bank!" It was enough; Mr.Gryce was satisfied, and engaged a seat in his small boat for the following day.
XXIII GIRLS, GIRLS! NOTHING BUT GIRLS! The superintendent was puzzled and showed it.

He listened to Mr.Gryce with a shrug, saying that so many women had been taken on that day, that he really couldn't remember whether any one of them answered to the given description.
"There's the time-keeper's book.

Look it over.

All the names are there," he said.
Mr.Gryce did as he advised, but of course without finding there the name of Antoinette Duclos or of anyone else of whom he had ever heard.
The next thing was for him to go through the factory itself and see if he could pick her out from those already at work.

This he was greatly averse to doing; it would be too long and painful an effort for him, and he could not trust Perry with any such piece of nice discrimination.