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WHEN the intelligence of the almost unparalleled crime spread with terror and awe in its wake through Boston, in the morning, Garde heard it like a knell-a fatality almost to have been expected, when she and Adam had been at last so happy. She did not faint. Not even a moan escaped her lips. She turned white and remained white.
"Grandther," she said to the old man who owed his restoration to health and almost complete soundness of mind to her ministrations, "I am betrothed to this friend of our new Governor's. I shall go to attend him."