The Detective's Daughter; Or, Madeline Payne (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 Excerpt: ...would?" Cora actually seemed to encourage the old woman in her garrulity. "Oh, I know it. It's not much in the way of charity, or kindness, you will be able to do in this house. If he don't imprison you in one of these old closed up musty rooms, you will be lucky. He his very dangerous. Sometimes I used to think he must be insane." Cora started. "Well, Hagar," she said, sweetly, "it's very good of you to take so much interest in me. He is very cross sometimes, but, perhaps, it won't be so bad as you fear." "I hope it won't," rising to go and shaking her head dubiously; "but I am afraid for you." "Well," laughing, "I'll try and not let him lock me up, at any rate. Now, is there anything I can do for you?" "Oh, no, lady. You looked so pretty, and so good, that I wanted to warn you; that is all. I should be glad if I could serve you, too, but I could never serve him. I don't want for anything, dear lady. Now the old woman will go." "I won't forget you, Hagar, if I ever need a friend." Hagar turned toward her. "If you ever want to make him feel what it is to maki) others suffer, Hagar will help you." There was a vindictive light in the old woman's eyes, and she hobbled out of the room, looking as if she meant all she had said. Cora, sat for a time, pondering over the interview, and trying to trace out some motive for insincerity on the old woman's part. But she could see none. She resolved to investigate a little, and all that evening was the most attentive and agreeable of wives. Abundant and versatile was her conversation. Deftly she led the talk up to the proper point, and then said, carelessly: "Driving through the village, to-day, passed that que...