{"id":"01KG8AMZ23PRSGPGE49DKR1DS4","cid":"bafkreiarll4tt7fz5clzg6e3o7lnuobxs2yxx24c7leely5eo5nzkttyui","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6830,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":6771,"text":"IV.\r\n\r\n\"Thou rememberest, my brother, my telling thee last night, how\r\nthe--the--thou knowest what I mean--_that, there_\"--avertedly pointing\r\nto the guitar; \"thou rememberest how it came into my possession. But\r\nperhaps I did not tell thee, that the pedler said he had got it in\r\nbarter from the servants of a great house some distance from the place\r\nwhere I was then residing.\"\r\n\r\nPierre signed his acquiescence, and Isabel proceeded:\r\n\r\n\"Now, at long though stated intervals, that man passed the farm-house in\r\nhis trading route between the small towns and villages. When I\r\ndiscovered the gilding in the guitar, I kept watch for him; for though I\r\ntruly felt persuaded that Fate had the dispensing of her own secrets in\r\nher own good time; yet I also felt persuaded that in some cases Fate\r\ndrops us one little hint, leaving our own minds to follow it up, so that\r\nwe of ourselves may come to the grand secret in reserve. So I kept\r\ndiligent watch for him; and the next time he stopped, without permitting\r\nhim at all to guess my motives, I contrived to steal out of him what\r\ngreat house it was from which the guitar had come. And, my brother, it\r\nwas the mansion of Saddle Meadows.\"\r\n\r\nPierre started, and the girl went on:\r\n\r\n\"Yes, my brother, Saddle Meadows; 'old General Glendinning's place,' he\r\nsaid; 'but the old hero's long dead and gone now; and--the more's the\r\npity--so is the young General, his son, dead and gone; but then there is\r\na still younger grandson General left; that family always keep the title\r\nand the name a-going; yes, even to the surname,--Pierre. Pierre\r\nGlendinning was the white-haired old General's name, who fought in the\r\nold French and Indian wars; and Pierre Glendinning is his young\r\ngreat-grandson's name.' Thou may'st well look at me so, my\r\nbrother;--yes, he meant thee, _thee_, my brother.\"\r\n\r\n\"But the guitar--the guitar!\"--cried Pierre--\"how came the guitar openly\r\nat Saddle Meadows, and how came it to be bartered away by servants? Tell\r\nme that, Isabel!\"\r\n\r\n\"Do not put such impetuous questions to me, Pierre; else thou mayst\r\nrecall the old--may be, it is the evil spell upon me. I can not\r\nprecisely and knowingly answer thee. I could surmise; but what are\r\nsurmises worth? Oh, Pierre, better, a million times, and far sweeter are\r\nmysteries than surmises: though the mystery be unfathomable, it is still\r\nthe unfathomableness of fullness; but the surmise, that is but shallow\r\nand unmeaning emptiness.\"\r\n\r\n\"But this is the most inexplicable point of all. Tell me, Isabel; surely\r\nthou must have thought something about this thing.\"\r\n\r\n\"Much, Pierre, very much; but only about the mystery of it--nothing\r\nmore. Could I, I would not now be fully told, how the guitar came to be\r\nat Saddle Meadows, and came to be bartered away by the servants of\r\nSaddle Meadows. Enough, that it found me out, and came to me, and spoke\r\nand sung to me, and soothed me, and has been every thing to me.\"\r\n\r\nShe paused a moment; while vaguely to his secret self Pierre revolved\r\nthese strange revealings; but now he was all attention again as Isabel\r\nresumed.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKJAEASFZAW9Z43RQEWS7","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ23N4XNS1YTCZ9XBTN3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.339Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:20.717Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}