Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 102: what you’re looking at

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94 OLD SPECIE. declared her name was Amy, not Florence, and called upon her uncle to protect her.’’ “What did vou think?’’ *T hardly knew what to believe, tite that the ter- rible ordeal through which she had passed so re- cently must have turned her brain.’’ “T can understand it. Now, I would like to see her alone.”’ Martin and his wife came out, and they all hada little talk. | Then the detective went into the other room, clos- ing the door after him. The young girl sat in a chair. She looked at him pitifully, as though afraid he, too, had come to call her Florence, and offer to caress her The detective sat down near her, and when he saw her troubled look smiled reassuring ly. ‘You are Miss Amy Caldwell’’’ he said. She started into life. “Yes, yes, that is my name, but these people, whom [ never saw before, have insisted on calling me Florence.’’ “They can be pardoned for their mistake, as you will know when you have heard all.”’ ‘Do you come from my uncle?”’ “In one way, yes. And now, collect your thoughts, and listen intently, Miss Amy, for I am about to tell you how you came here, and it will be the most remarkable story you ever heard.”’ Her eyes opened wide with eagerness. So he began. Everything in connection with the case that he knew he told. He saw her face show increasing signs of anima- comicbooks (af) 3