We shall then be sure of having it in Washington when we want it.

B.
The San Reve read and re-read until she had every word by heart.

Then remembering the boy, she wrote in "New York," and sent him on his way.
Boy gone, the San Reve, doubts revived and all her jealous suspicions restored to sharpest life, gave herself to groping out the meaning of that message by the light of those lies wherewith Storri had solemnized its production..