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Chapter 22-4
Newman felt as if he had been reading by starlight the report of highly important evidence in a great murder case. "And the paper—the paper!" he said, excitedly. "What was written upon it?" "I can't tell you, sir," answered Mrs. Bread. "I couldn't read it; it was in French." "But could no one else read it?" "I never asked a human creature." "No one has ever seen it?" "If you see it you'll be the first." Newman seized the old woman's hand in both his own and pressed it vigorously. "I thank you ever so much for that," he cried. "I want to be the first, I want it to be my property and no one else's! You're the wisest old woman in Europe. And what did you do with the paper?" This information had made him feel extraordinarily strong. "Give it to me quick!" Mrs. Bread got up with a certai
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