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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"

He said little,
but looked at me and kept on smoking, and was not as excited as
I had expected, although interested.
But in the midst of my Narative he rose quickly and
observed:
"Bab, I'm poizoned!"
I then perceived that he was pale and hagard. I rose to my
feet, and thinking it might be the cigar, I asked him if he
would care for a peice of chocolate cake to take the taste away.
But to my greif he refused very snappishly and without a
Farewell slamed out of the house, leaving his hat and so forth
in the hall.
A bitter night ensued. For I shall admit that terrable
thoughts filled my mind, although how perpetrated I knew not.
Would those who loved me stoop to such depths as to poizon my
afianced? And if so, whom?
The very thought was sickning.
I told Jane the next morning, but she pretended to beleive
that the cigar had been to strong for him, and that I should
remember that, although very good-hearted, he was a mere child.
But, if poizon, she suggested Hannah.
That day, although unerved from anxiety, I took the Arab
out alone, having only Jane with me.


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