— 41 —Olivia Sacret was stung by a cold pang equal to that she had felt when she had seen her double hurrying before her up the rainy, lamplit street She soon reasoned this fear away, but the shadow of it remained with her, as the shadow of the fat woman in the crape and black bombazine had remained in the little room at Minton Street after her departure. What she had threatened then, she was now putting into practice; how long, patiently and carefully she must have worked in order to bring about this most unexpected result! Olivia Sacret winced before this demonstration of hatred, for she did not for a moment credit that old Mrs. Rue’s motive was love for her lost son. Another reflection was extremely unpleasant to the alert and anxious missionary’s widow, and that was the wise move the p
