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Meantime, when she opened her Bible that night, she wrote on the flyleaf the text, "Wherefore should a man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?" and after the text the date of the day, and after the date the words, "Thou dost turn Thy face from us, and we are troubled; but, Lord, how long, how long?"
The next morning the first comers noticed a broad mark in the dust on the upstairs floor, and the same mark was observed below stairs near a window. It appeared as if some heavy and rather bulky object had been dragged along through the limestone dust. A memorandum book with "E. Harris" written on the flyleaf was picked up on the stairs, but nothing particular was thought of any of these signs.
By these lay one or two oddly bound books in garish colourings, Lady O'Gara opened one. She saw it was in French an innocuous French romance suitable for the reading of convent-school girls. Mechanically she looked at the flyleaf. It bore an inscription; Miss Bride Sweeney, Enfant de Marie, had received this book for proficiency in Italian, some twenty-two years earlier at St. Mary's Convent.
It made him see his mother as a little girl, and helped him to dream his favourite dream that he and she were just the same age and could go to school and play games together. It still gave him an inexplicable glow of pleasure, the memory of that brownish signature staggering across the flyleaf of "Jessica's First Prayer."
On the flyleaf was written the owner's name in full "Charles Marie Fabien de Raoul." Dorothea hurried downstairs with it and past the servants tidying the hall. She looked to find M. Raoul still buttonholed and held captive by Narcissus at the eastern angle of the house.
Open the Bible, Abel; open it, not to shake it for what will never fall from between its leaves, but to find in the Bible itself the lines I have declared to you he wrote as a dying legacy with that tightly clutched pencil. Have you found them?" "No," was Abel's perplexed retort; "I cannot see any sign of writing on flyleaf or margin." "Are those the only blank places in the sacred book?
At the sight the lieutenant of police had taken from his pocket a notebook, and on a flyleaf made a cross. On the flyleaf were many other dates and opposite each a cross.
Then, almost at once afterward, as you've probably heard, Caesar himself had the bad luck to die with extreme suddenness. "The secret was lost. Dozens of pirates and of wreckers ancestors of the conchs knew about the treasure. But none of them could find it. "There was a rumor that Caesar had written instructions about it, on the flyleaf of a jeweled prayer book that was part of some ship's loot.
It was part of his inheritance, the remainder being ninety-five francs in cash, some cheap trinkets, a couple of boxes of fripperies which were sold for a song, a tattered copy of Longfellow's Poems, and a brand new gilt-edged Bible, carefully covered in brown paper, with "For Fanny from Jim" inscribed on the flyleaf.
But his wife sat up for a while by the bedside, and opened her Bible, and read, "The harvest is the end of the world, and the reapers are the angels." Then she wrote this text in pencil on the flyleaf at the end of the book, and after it the date of the day, and after the date the words, "Lord, the husbandman, Thou waitest for the precious fruit Thou hast sown, and hast long patience for it!
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