"
Grace Nevil smiled at the man's prudence, and entered the room. But
to her great surprise, she had scarcely shut the door when she was
instantly struck with a singular memory which the apartment recalled.
It was exactly like the room she had altered in Rushbrook's villa at Los
Osos! More than that, on close examination it proved to be the very same
furniture, arranged as she remembered to have arranged it, even to the
flowers and grasses, now, alas! faded and withered on the walls. There
could be no mistake. There was the open ebony escritoire with the
satin blotter open, and its leaves still bearing the marks of her own
handwriting. So complete to her mind was the idea of her own tenancy in
this bachelor's mansion, that she looked around with a half indignant
alarm for the photograph or portrait of herself that might further
indicate it. But there was no other exposition. The only thing that had
been added was a gilt legend on the satin case of the blotter,--"Los
Osos, August 20, 186-," the day she had occupied the room.
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