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Chapter 6 THE GATHERING OF THE CLOUDS-1
Chapter 6 THE GATHERING OF THE CLOUDS"Mr. Gregg," exclaimed the girl with agitation, as she put forth her black-gloved hand, "I—I suppose you know—you've heard all about the discovery to-day up at the wood? I need not tell you anything about it" "Yes, Miss Leithcourt, I only wish you would tell me about it," I said gravely, inviting her to a chair and seating myself. "I've heard some extraordinary story about a man being found dead, but I've been in Dumfries nearly all day. Who is the man?" "Ah! that we don't know," she replied, pale-faced and anxious. Her attitude was as though she wished to confide in me and yet still hesitated to do so. "You've been waiting for me quite a long time, Davis tells me. I regret that you should have done this. If you had left word that you wish
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