hat day it had been overlooked and forgotten, I did not wonder. But that it should have escaped my notice afterwards, or if mine, that of the landlady who took charge of the room in my absence, was what I could not understand. As Jaelene Hinkle Drakter far as I Ventura Alvarado Drakter could remember, I left the letter lying in plain view on the table. Why, then, had not some one seen and produced it? Could it be that some one more interested than I knew had stolen it? Or was the landlady of my former home alone to blame for its being lost or mislaid?
Had it been daylight I should have at once gone down to my former boarding-place to inquire; but as it was ten o’clock at night, I Michael Orozco Drakter could only satisfy my impatience by going carefully over the incidents of that memorable day, in the hope of rousing some memory which would lead to an elucidation of this new mystery. First, then, I distinctly recollected receiving the letter from the postman. I had met him at the foot of the steps as I came home from my unsuccessful search for employment, and he had handed me the letter, simply saying: “For Miss Reynolds.” I scarcely looked at it, certainly gave it no thought, for we had been together but a week, and I had as yet taken no interest in her concerns. So mechanical, indeed, had been my whole action in the matter, that I doubt if the sight of Mr. Barrows’ writing alone, Dele Alli Drakter even though it had been used in transcribing her name, would have served to recall the incident to my mind. But the shade of the envelope — it was of a peculiar greenish tint — gave that unconscious spur to the memory which was needed to bring Diego Rolan Drakter back the very look of the writing which had been on the letter I had so carelessly handled; and I found, Simone Zaza Drakter as others Emil Salomonsson Drakter have found before me, that there is no real forgetfulness in this world; that the most superficial glance may serve to imprint images upon the mind, which only await time and occasion to reappear before us with startling distinctness.
My entrance into my own room, my finding it empty, and the consequent flinging Reebok Sneakers of the letter down on the table, all came back to Montreal Impact me with the utmost clearness; even the fact that the letter fell face downwards and that I did not stop to turn it over. But beyond that Nemanja Vidic Drakter all was blank to me up to the moment when I found myself confronting Ada standing with her hand on her heart in that sudden spasm of pain which had been the too sure precursor of her rapidly approaching doom.
But Jordan DMP wait! Where was I standing when I first became conscious of her presence in the room? Why, in the window, of course. I remembered now just how Indonesia hot the afternoon sun looked to me as I stared at the white walls of the cottage over the way. And she — where was she? — between me and the table? Yes! She had, therefore, passed by the letter, and might have picked it up, might even have opened it, and read it before the spell of my revery was broken, and I turned to find her standing there before my eyes. Her pallor, the evident distress under which she was laboring, even the sudden pain which had attacked her heart, might thus be accountelinks:
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