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The Monctons: A Novel, Volume I

CHAPTER XII
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She was as beautiful as an angel then.

She is an incarnate devil now! Love has turned to hate--admiration to execration--and I curse myself for ever having thought her wise or good." He flung himself into a chair, and groaned like one in acute pain; and I, thinking he wished to be alone, slipped away before he raised his head from between his clasped hands.
"What could he mean by asking me so many questions ?" I cried, as I threw myself into an easy chair in my luxurious apartment.

"Were they instigated by the wine he had drank, or suggested by idle curiosity?
or were my answers intended to answer some sinister purpose?
God knows! He is a strange, inexplicable man, whose words and actions the most profound lawyer could scarcely fathom.

I think he endeavoured to make me intoxicated in the hope of extracting some information regarding poor George.

If so, he has missed his mark." I drew from my bosom the portraits he had given me, perhaps, as a bait to win my confidence; but I was thankful to him for the inestimable gift, whatever the motives were which led to its bestowal.
The first case contained the miniature of my father.


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