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Various

"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 62, December, 1862"


"I watched him through the window. I saw him coolly apply various tests.
The third one seemed satisfactory.
"He came to the door. I was very near, and went in
"'This is nothing Miss Mary had,--it is poison,' he said.
"He was innocent; I knew it in the very depth of my soul. How could I
tell him the deed his hand had done? But I must, and I did. I told him
how Chloe had brought the cup to me. When I had done, he said,--
"'You believe this of me?'
"I answered,--
"'The cup is now in your hand; judge you of its work'; and I told him
how I had seen him come out the night before,--that I was in the
shrubbery when he went to the office.
"The words of his answer came; they were iron in my heart, though spoken
not to me.
"'O my God, why hast Thou let me do this?' he cried, and went past me
out of the little white office,--out, as I had done, into the open air,
in my sorrow, the night before.
"I would not lose sight of him; I followed on; and, as I went, I thought
I heard a rustling in the leaves.


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