Chapter XXII. O. B. Again
"What's happened? Something very important. I ought to hope so after this confounded failure." "Failure? Didn't he read the letters?" "Yes, he read them. Had to, but -" "Didn't weaken? Eh?" "No, he didn't weaken. You can't get water out of a millstone. You may squeeze and squeeze; but it's your fingers which suffer, not it. He thinks we manufactured. those letters ourselves on purpose draw him." "Humph! I knew we had a reputation for finesse, but I didn't know that it ran that high." "He denies everything. Said she would never have written such letters to him; even goes so far to declare that if she did write them - (he must be strangely ignorant of her handwriting) they were meant for some other man than himself. All rot, but -" A hitch of the shoulder conveyed Sweetwater's disgust.
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