Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and
dipping his pen in the ink. "I'm almost afraid to state it," faltered the other; "but, may I ask whether Mr. ’
‘That is what you think? Let us try!’
‘Don’t be idiotic!’
She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully
manufactured in her petticoat. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. You'll do. Was the girl seriously expecting him
to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage!
‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. "Just in time," said the thief-taker. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly
humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in
his breast. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings,
Madam, to believe that. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. CHAPTER XXIV
Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration.
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