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Mary's manner changed from indifference to sudden keen interest. "Gilder?" she exclaimed, questioningly. "Yes. You know who he is," Griggs answered; "the drygoods man." Garson in his turn showed a new excitement as he bent toward Mary. "Why, it's old Gilder, the man you "

Let us drink this last glass to our own two selves, and then give it up." Something had certainly sobered the Scotchman again, or at least cleared his head, for he had not been drunk in the ordinary sense of the word. "It cannot be said that we have not given the thing a fair trial," said Griggs, gloomily. "I shall certainly not take the trouble to try it again."

She paused, looked at the addressed envelope, glanced furtively round the room, and then kissed it passionately. Then she rang. Griggs came home later than usual, but he thought she was preoccupied and absent-minded. "Has anything gone wrong?" he asked anxiously. "Wrong?" she repeated. "Oh no!" She sighed. "It is the same thing. I am always anxious about you.

A characteristic anecdote of this period is preserved in "Arrows of the Chace." "The Daily Telegraph of January 21st, 1868, contained a leading article upon the following facts. It appeared that a girl, named Matilda Griggs, had been nearly murdered by her seducer, who, after stabbing her in no less than thirteen places, had then left her for dead.

It is the only thing I ask of you I have not the right to ask anything, I know, but is it so very much?" "It is nothing," said Griggs. "There is no such thing as forgiveness in my world. How could there be? I resent nothing." "But then, if you do not resent what he did, you have forgiven him. Have you not?" "I suppose so." He was puzzled. "Will you not say it?" she pleaded.

'You know Lord Creedmore was warned this morning that a number had escaped from the county asylum, continued Logotheti, still speaking to Griggs, and pretending to lower his voice. 'Lunatics? roared the man when he got his breath, exasperated out of his civil manner. 'Lunatics, sir? We are from Scotland Yard, sir, I'd have you know! 'Yes, yes, answered the Greek, 'we quite understand.

I felt as though I had been in a dream, as we emerged into the dimly lighted great hall, where a huge fire burned in the old-fashioned fireplace, and Fang, the white deerhound, lay asleep upon the thick rug. "And now, Mr. Griggs," said the professor, stopping short and thrusting his hands into his pockets, "will you tell me what she said to you, and whether she gave any signs of intelligence?"

But speaking of affidavits, I have another; from a fellow named Griggs; you remember him, of course, your understudy in Geddis's bank at the time when you were bookkeeper and cashier?

The little party gathered again on the pier when they had crossed the plank, and made farewell signals to the two, and then disappeared. Unconsciously Margaret gave a little sigh of relief, and Griggs noticed it, as he noticed most things, but said nothing. There was silence for a while, and the gangplank was still in place when the horn blew a third time, longer than before.

After a little while she went quietly back to her chair, and sat down between Griggs and Miss More. The elderly man rose and packed her neatly in her plaid, and she thanked him. Miss More looked at her and smiled vaguely, as even the most intelligent people do sometimes. Then Griggs got into his own chair again and took up his book.

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