"It mourns the lost liberty, the happiness, the peace, the brightness of her past prosperity which has vanished for a long season to come, it laments on account of the prisoners of war, the wounded, the dead.... And every morning the155 brilliant sun rises on the scene, the warm rays bathe town and country, both alike cruelly lashed by the frightful scourge.
Bruce murmured something. He was too dazed for the moment to speak coherently."You see, I have found something out," he said. "I rather hoped--indeed, I have still hopes--that the culprit----""And where is the money you speak so casually about?"
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Leona smiled in a queer, strange way."Here's a piece of rare good luck," he exclaimed. "Why, the well is dry.""You mean that you have a clue, sir.""Have you got anything for me to eat?" I asked, not heeding his words.