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"Those are harsh words," said Quincy.
"Not one-tenth nor one-hundredth as harsh and unfeeling as those she has
used to me," said Lindy. "No, my mind is made up; my trunks are all
packed, and she will not be able to lock me in my room this time. I
shall leave town by the first train after her death, and Eastborough
will never see me nor hear from me again."
"But how about your friends," asked Quincy, "supposing that I should
find out something that would be of interest to you; supposing that I
should get some information that might lead to the discovery of your
real parents, how could I find you?"
"Well," replied Lindy, "if you will give me your promise that you will
not disclose to any one what I am going to say, I will tell you how to
find me."
"You have my word," replied Quincy.
"Well," answered Lindy, "I'm going to New York! I would tell you where,
but I don't know. But if you wish to find me at any time advertise in
the Personal Column of the 'New York Herald'; address it to Linda, and
sign it Eastborough," said she, after a moment's thought.


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