His Other Wife: A Novel — page 321: what you’re looking at

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ARRAIGNED. 313 you can’t mend matters by sitting there all night.’ I went back to bed and to sleep, and, before day, heard that Mrs. Croft was dead. No, there was nothing strange in Mr. Croft's manner ; he was very sad indeed. The old woman, Amy, went on like mad. Yes, Mr. Croft did kindly con- sent to have the body taken from the house early next day. Amy would not go with it. My mother, and sister, and myself went to the cemetery in the carriage with Mr. Croft behind the hearse. He looked very sad all the way. I went up to Mrs. Croft’s room about midday. It was all in order except a pile of dust scattered behind the bed. It looked like the dust that collects in places that are never swept. Yes, I think it must have fallen from the tester. There was a quantity of it. I did not touch any- thing, I did not notice what was on the table or wash- stand. Mother found a heap of broken glass under Mrs. Croft’s bedroom window. It looked like the apothecary’s glass measure. It had figures and lines on the broken pieces. I did not smell it; no one did that I know of Mr. Croft left the house that night and staid at the hotel. He came back for a little while next morning. I heard him scoiding Amy for burning up one of his books with the trash. She said it was old and ragged, and, finding it on the floor, she burnt it up with the litter of papers he used to scatter under his writing-table. Yes, I think I would know the book again. I saw it several times lying open on his table. It was in a strange language. Yes, that is the same book, or one exactly like it. The one I GComicbooks: (E(@) 3