His Other Wife: A Novel — page 70: what you’re looking at

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62 AMY'S DISCOVERIES. She stared at him in a bewildered way; her thoughts went back to that silent night-watch when she saw the fatal liquid poured out and given her mistress to drink, not daring to breathe, far less to interfere or protest against the deed. Her savage instincts had sounded Mathew Croft’s nature, while more enlightened eyes saw only the ‘‘ outside of the platter.” She knew he would have strangled her on the spot had she confessed a suspicion of his work, or even a knowledge of the act in which he was engaged. «Speak, I say! Why do you stand staring like an idiot? Tell me all about this vial at once!” ‘“Neber! meber/ NEBER!” she cried, in a frightened, solemn way, each time making her emphasis stronger. ‘‘Then I shall hand you over to the police to be taken to prison, where you'll be made to tell.” At this Amy stood aghast. It was a phase of the matter that she had not considered—was wholly unprepared to meet. To incur for herself the vengeful wrath of Mr. Croft by such a confession as she must make to tell how she had come by that vial, and her suspicions concerning its dreadful instrumentality in her mistress’ death, were propositions that fairly staggered her. In her amaze and terror, she fell on her knees and en- treated the Indian to restore the fatal flask to her, and let her replace it where she had found it. Instead of comply- ing, he put it in his bosom, and informed her that she must go with him to the nearest police station, or be Eomicbooks:. co =)