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"Our dear Sandy is an
excellent talker, but he is a little slow. Thus it is, _mon cher_
Errington. This gentleman named Gueldmar had a most lovely wife--a
mysterious lady, with an evident secret. The beautiful one was never
seen in the church or in any town or village; she was met sometimes on
hills, by rivers, in valleys, carrying her child in her arms. The people
grew afraid of her; but, now, see what happens! Suddenly, she appears no
more; some one ventures to ask this Monsieur Gueldmar, 'What has become
of Madame?' His answer is brief. 'She is dead!' Satisfactory so far, yet
not quite; for, Madame being dead, then what has become of the corpse of
Madame? It was never seen,--no coffin was ever ordered,--and apparently
it was never buried! _Bien!_ What follows? The good people of Bosekop
draw the only conclusion possible--Monsieur Gueldmar, who is said to have
a terrific temper, killed Madame and made away with her body. _Voila_!"
And Duprez waved his hand with an air of entire satisfaction.


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