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Pinkerton, A. Frank [pseud.]

"Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express"

Good-by, and thank you for your generosity."
Miriam hastened her grandfather to the ship, shocked at his
feebleness; but for Sampayo he would scarcely have been able to get
there.
Only once he spoke to the girl ere he retired to his cabin for the
night.
"The money and jewels, Miriam--what have you done with them?"
"They are here, grandfather. I brought everything of value away with
me."
"That is right, child. You are a good girl!"
Miriam stood rather sadly beside the bulwarks, gazing at the land in
which she had been born, and which she was now leaving forever.
A low sigh broke from her lips.
"Why do you sigh? Are you sorry to quit your native land?" a voice
whispered in her ear.
"Yes; though for my grandfather's sake I cannot deeply regret it,"
Miriam answered, gazing at Diniz with tear-dimmed eyes.
"I have not thanked you yet for having released me from that dreadful
place, or even a worse doom. I am still scarcely able to realize my
good fortune. What made you, a stranger, think of one whom all others
had forgotten?"
"Not all. It was Donna Lianor who told me where you were, and asked me
to help you," Miriam said, blushing beneath his tender, grateful gaze.


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