She cries at night -- something Lynde never did before except when her mother died . And in daytime she roams the shore and woods like one possessed . You must find out what was in that letter , Mr. Douglas . '' `` Have you any idea who the boy was ? '' Alan asked , feeling somewhat relieved . The mystery was clearing up , he thought . No doubt it was the old story of some cowardly anonymous letter . His thoughts flew involuntarily to Isabel King . Emily shook her head . `` No . He was just a half-grown fellow with reddish hair and he limped a little . '' `` Oh , that is the postmaster 's son , '' said Alan disappointedly . `` That puts us further off the scent than ever . The letter was probably dropped in the box at the office and there will consequently be no way of tracing the writer . '' `` Well , I ca n't tell you anything more , '' said Emily . `` You 'll have to ask Lynde for the truth . '' This Alan was determined to do whenever he should meet her . He did not go to the house with Emily but wandered about the shore , watching for Lynde and not seeing her . At length he went home , a prey to stormy emotions . He realized at last that he loved Lynde Oliver .
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