I was the first to speak and lead him to the subject.
"Do you know that horrible old woman, George ?" "Too well: she is my grandmother, and nursed me in my infancy." "Then, what made you so anxious to avoid a recognition ?" "I did not want her to know that I was living.

She believes me dead: nay more," he continued, lowering his voice to a whisper, "she thinks she murdered me." His lips quivered as he murmured, in half-smothered tones: "And she--the beautiful, the lost one--what will become of her ?" "Oh, Harrison," I cried, "do speak out; do not torture me with these dark hints.

If you are a true friend, give me your whole confidence, nor let your silence give rise to painful conjectures and doubts.

I have no concealments from you.

Such mental reservation on your part is every thing but kind." "I frankly acknowledge that you have just cause to suspect me," said George, with his usual sad, winning smile.