He said he would trace the note, and I have no doubt he knew it was in your keeping from the first." Then James took it from his pocket-book.
"There it is, Mr.McFarlane.Christine gave it back to me the hour she died.

I promised her to bring it to you and tell you all." "Christine's soul was a white rose without a thorn.

I count it an honor to have known and loved her.

But the paper is yours, Mr.
Blackie, unless I may pay for it." "O man, man! what money could pay for it?
I would not dare to sell it for the whole world! Take it, I pray you." "I will not.

Do as you wish with it, James, I can trust you." Then James walked towards the table.