Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 91: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. _ 83 ‘Tt would rather not—that is, my husband told me | not to let any one see her.”’ ‘But, my dear madam, a doctor—she might die in the meantime.”’ ‘Oh, I hope not. She is doing well, only out of her head a little.’’ ““Rhighty ?”’ PEN Gye 7? ‘‘Imagines herself some one else.” ‘“What you say, sir, is true.’’ ‘Her name is Florence?’’ “So the young man says.”’ ‘‘And now she calls herself Amy?”’ The woman looked surprised. “You must be a wizard, sir, to know all these thines,’”’ she said. “Oh, no. ILamadoctor in my way. When can I see the young woman?”’ She looked un the road. “They will soon be back.”’ My husband and the young man.”’ ‘Jack Ramsay ?”’ ‘You know him, then?’’ “Where have they gone?’’ ‘To the grave-yard.”’ ‘To examine the Caldwell tomb?’’ She became,more and more surprised. What she believed to be a secret was undoubtedly known to this man. Her respect grew. ‘Will you come in and wait, doctor?”’ ‘“Yes.”’ ‘They will not be long.”’ ; ‘I hope not.”’ =| Eomicbooks,. co