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Updated: July 6, 2025
The pain tightened about Jethro's heart tightened so sharply that he could not speak, and scarcely breathe because of it. Cynthia picked up her novel, and set the bookmark. "Now that Cousin Eph is provided for, let's go back to Coniston, Uncle Jethro."
"I wish you would talk to me, or read to me or something," she exclaimed petulantly. "It's awfully dull here today." "I'll read to you with pleasure," I replied, and began at the point where I had found my bookmark:
She kept turning the leaves of both gospels and epistles without being able to see a word for the tears. Suddenly something bright caught her eye. It was a bookmark, with a red heart, which lay between the leaves. She took it out and slipped it toward Ingmar. She saw him close his big hand over it and steal a glance at it. Shortly afterward it lay upon the floor.
"Oh!" she cried, picking it up and examining it. "Phyllis, this may prove very valuable! Do you see what it is?" It was an envelop of thin, foreign-looking paper an empty envelop, forgotten and useless, unless perhaps it had been employed as a bookmark. But on it was a name the name no doubt of the recipient of the letter it had once contained, and also a foreign address.
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