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CHAPTER XXVI.
THE NOTE WITH A GREEN SEAL.
The woman took from among the folds of her dress, a small writing-case
of satin wood, formed like a scroll. Touching a spring, she opened it,
took out implements for writing, and some note-paper, which emitted a
faint and very peculiar perfume, as she began to write. After tracing a
few hasty lines, she folded the paper, placed it carefully in an
envelope, and proceeded to seal it. Taking from her pocket a singular
little taper box of gold, covered with antique chasing, she lighted one
of the tapers, and dropped a globule of green wax upon her note, which
she carefully impressed with a tiny seal taken from another compartment
of the taper box.
Agnes watched all this dainty preparation with a look of half-sarcastic
surprise. When the note was placed in her hand, she examined the address
and the seal with parted lips, as if she would have smiled, but for a
feeling of profound astonishment.
"To General Harrington. The seal a cupid writing on a tablet. Well, what
am I to do with this?"
"Leave it upon General Harrington's library-table after breakfast,
to-morrow morning--that is all."
The woman arose, folded up her writing case, and gathering the
voluminous folds of her shawl from the moss, where it had been allowed
to trail, turned away. Agnes watched her as she disappeared through the
forest trees with a rapid step, fluttering out her shawl now and then,
like the wings of some great tropical bird.
"I wonder who she really is, and what she would be at?" muttered the
girl. "Do all girls distrust so much? Now, this note--shall I read it,
and learn what mystery links her with the family up yonder? Why not? It
is but following out her own lessons, so it be done adroitly."
Agnes placed her finger carefully upon the envelope, and with a steady
pressure, forced it from under the wax.
"Ha! neatly done!" she exclaimed, taking out the enclosed, and unfolding
it with hands that shook, spite of herself, "and a fool for my pains,
truly. I might have known she would baffle me--written in cypher, even
to the name. Well, one thing is certain, that my witch and old General
Harrington understand each other, that is something gained. If I had but
time, now, to make out these characters, and--and"--
She broke off almost with a shriek, for a hand was reached over her
shoulder, and the note taken suddenly from her grasp, while she stood
cowering beneath the discovery o
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