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go back to his attic, under any 

 circumstances. 



" Did you speak to her ? " in- 

 quired King. 



"No, indeed ! " said Jim, "I was 

 too scared to speak." 



" Did you touch her ? " 



" I came down stairs right through 

 her — right through her," he repeated, 

 " as she stood on the stairs." 



When Jim had regained his com- 

 posure sufficiently, he lay down on 

 the floor in King's room and waited 

 for morning. 



A few hours later, while King was 

 taking his breakfast, served, as usual, 

 by Jim, a telegram arrived, addressed 

 to King and signed with the name 

 of a colored clergyman in San Fran- 

 cisco, well known to King, stating, 

 in effect, that a certain woman was 

 then in San Francisco, seeking her 

 long-lost son, James Marryatt, who, 

 when last heard from, was known 



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