Strangers?
Poor fool! You see plainly she was nailed down to write the thing.

This letter is a flat lie.

She can lie--Oh! born to the art! born to it!--lies like a Saint tricking Satan! But she says she has left the city.

Now to find her!' He began marching about the room with great strides.

'I 'll have the whole Continent up; her keepers shall have no rest; I 'll have them by the Law Courts; and by stratagem, and, if law and cunning fail, force.
I have sworn it.