No doubt I took the wrong way to win your friendship, but I am
going to tell you something, Mr. Sawyer, if you will listen to me, that
will at least secure your pity for one who is rich in wealth but poor in
that she has no friends to whom she can confide her troubles."
Quincy saw that he was in for it, and like a gentleman, determined to
make the best of it, so he said, "Miss Putnam, I will listen to your
story, and if, after hearing it, I can honorably aid you I will do so
with pleasure."
Lindy took his hand, which he had half extended, and said, "Come, sit
down, Mr. Sawyer. It is a long story, and I am nervous and tired," and
she looked down at her black dress.
They sat upon the sofa, he at one end, she at the other.
"Mr. Sawyer," she began abruptly, "I am not a natural-born child of Mr.
and Mrs. Putnam. I was adopted by them when but two years of age. I do
not know who my father and mother were. I am sure Mrs. Putnam knows, but
she will not tell me."
"It could do no harm now that you are a woman grown," said Quincy.
"At first they both loved me," Lindy continued, "but a year after I came
here to live their son was born, and from that time on all was changed.
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