The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 80: what you’re looking at

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Ric ee te THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. time you want to borrow five hundred I’ll give you a thou- sand.” The little box was locked again with a snap, as if all of _ GClinton’s cares were shut in there. Indeed, Clinton, too, seemed. to think so in good truth, for he fell asleep as peacefully as a tired child, and dreamed sweet dreams of his love. And why not, since the dreadful “‘G. A.” had melted into the harmless COA AGS ree Ares wee. CHAPTER XXIII. WHAT GRACE SAID ABOUT THE INITIALS. Early morning saw Clinton up and dressed, humming merrily one of the Breton peasant ballads which he had picked up in his artist rambles in Britanny. By and by the handkerchief caught his eye, and he smiled. ‘* How could I have made such a mistake?” He picked it up and studied the initials. ‘«‘T don’t know, though; they could pass for G. A. easily enough. ['ll take a look at the other one. es Out came the little box. Clinton shook his head and frowned as he compared the two handkerchiefs. ‘‘ There isn’t a particle of difference. Now, that’s stupid. There ought to be some way of telling which is the first and which the second letter. That’s the worst of your mon- ograms; you never can tell. ‘There’s mine, now.’ He looked lovingly at the initials on his own handker- - chief, and wished it was late enough to see Grace. «« T don’t believe “4 He was very indifferent and philosophical about it now. ‘‘I don’t believe Alphonse himself could tell which was which. Funny how just alike they are. They might hare been done by the same person; and yet one is G. A., and the other A. G.” A startled look shot into his eyes. “Why! That’s so! How do I know this other is G. A.? Why mightn’t it be A. G., too? ‘‘Gracious!” _ ‘There now, Clinton, don’t be a fool again. You wor- comicbooks.com