He told
her that Miss Pettengill would not allow any one to read it but herself;
and how he had promised to search for her until he found her. Then he
related the incident at the lawyer's office and the piece of cloth
bearing the name, "Linda Fernborough," "which," said Quincy, "I think
must have been your mother's maiden name." He did not tell her of the
old gentleman only five blocks away, ready and willing to claim her as
his granddaughter without further proof than that little piece of doth.
Quincy looked at his watch. "I have just time," said he, "to get the one
o'clock train for Boston. I will obtain the papers to-morrow morning,
and be in New York again to-morrow night. The next morning early I will
be at your residence with the papers, and let us hope that they will
contain such information as will disclose your parentage and give you a
name that you can rightfully bear."
She wrote her home address on a card and passed it to him.
He gave her hand a quick, firm pressure and left the store, not even
glancing at Hortense, who gazed at him with wonderment.
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