The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 146: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 137 she was both careful and intelligent beyond her years ‘“* Who is it for?” ‘¢ Tim’s Dick.” ‘I know.” ** Tell him to give it to Richard Lawrence. He will understand.”’ His visitor burst into tears. *< What is the matter?” he demanded, fearful lest she should retract her promise. ** Nothing ; only 1 was afraid to tell you at first— but poor Mr. Lawrence—who spoke so softly and looked so pale when he used to call and see you—is dead! ”’ ** Dead! ” shrieked Gridley, thrown off his guard by the sudden intelligence. ‘ Dead! then repentance comes too late! How the devil must laugh at his triumph! Father and son both sacrificed—both mur- dered—for gold—for gold! Would I had the master villain here,” he added—* here in this cell, with his ill- gotten wealth, that I might pour it molten down his throat!” Terrified at his violence, poor Lizzy hastily made her escape from the window, fully convinced that he was mad, and that the fit was coming on him. In this she was further convinced when she unfolded the paper ; it contained only a few, to her, unintelligible scratches and angular figures. ‘He calls this writing,” she said to herself, as she crushed it in her hand, and put it into her pocket. COniiclooecl SS (SO