It was not long till she made her
appearance, dressed in somewhat better style than she had yet
seen her; delivered her over the greater part of the stolen
property, besides many things that either never had belonged to
Mrs. Logan or that she thought proper to deny in order that the
other might retain them.
The tale that she told of her misfortunes was of the most
distressing nature, and was enough to stir up all the tender, as
well as abhorrent feelings in the bosom of humanity. She had
suffered every deprivation in fame, fortune, and person. She had
been imprisoned; she had been scourged, and branded as an
impostor; and all on account of her resolute and unmoving
fidelity and truth to several of the very worst of men, every one of
whom had abandoned her to utter destitution and shame. But this
story we cannot enter on at present, as it would perhaps mar the
thread of our story, as much as it did the anxious anticipations of
Mrs. Logan, who sat pining and longing for the relation that
follows.
"Now I know, Mrs. Logan, that you are expecting a detail of the
circumstances relating to the death of Mr. George Colwan; and,
in gratitude for your unbounded generosity and disinterestedness,
I will tell you all that I know, although, for causes that will
appear obvious to you, I had determined never in life to divulge
one circumstance of it.
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