The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 173: what you’re looking at

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When they entered the room he offered them the empty - box to help themselves from. — He had become generous—and a maniac. ‘CHAPTER XLVIIL. A RELIC. As the days passed on and nothing new occurred to re- mind Grace of the past, she began to recover something of her natural serenity. If Honore noticed that she carefully avoided certain parts of the house, he said nothing; and, indeed, seemed quite unconscious that his wife was in any way troubled. It was a relief to Grace that she was not questioned con- cer ng her pallor and nervousness. Had she been, she felt that she would have broken down and confessed all. And the contemplation of the effect of such a confession almost drove her frantic, She knew she had done wrong, but since she was now doubly assured that Clinton Hastings was dead, she felt that, in time, she might even come to enter the dreaded rooms. ee If it were posse she was determined to be HAPS at D’Iberri. She believed it to be a part of her punishment that she had been brought to pass her life on the scene of the one mistake of her life. | Like a brave and true-hearted woman, she meekly accepted her punishment. The wrong she did her husband in keeping a secret from him she would endeavor to make up by greater devotion to his happiness. With this resolution she gained additional composure. And if she was less gay and joyous, she was even more gentle and loving than before, if that were possible. The color returned to her cheeks, and she began to take the greatest delight in the work of laying out the grounds as the warm days of spring had fairly set in. Her husband entered into the work with the same ardor THE AMERICAN MARQUIS, Soa 169° 1coOMIGcboOOKsS.co