The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 66: what you’re looking at

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# -4 * fam '¢ a Bra) ara es.” 6 = PHE AMERICAN MARQUIS. “eS No.? a Clinton threw him off as if he had been a fly. Grace was in danger, then. She was not with her brother. The flames were bursting forth at the very door he must Bact: enter, ‘*T ean die with her, at least.” He dashed toward the door. A crowd of men tried to bar his way. ** Out!’ he eried, with a howl like a madman. The men were flung off like children. ~ Into the flames, and through them. Up the burning stairs, the charred and blazing steps “ _ breaking under his feet. through the winding corridors, half-choked with thick smoke. Up another flight. Around, and up again. | “She must be safe yet,” he muttered. ‘The fire is mostly down stairs.” 3 At her room door at last. ‘The door fell in like a sheet of paper before his mighty strength. But just arisen, still in her night-robes, Grace stood be- fore him, the wild firelight showing her great blue eyes filled with half-wonderment, half-fear. . **Grace, my own darling! It is not too late then!” A sweet smile broke upon her lips. She looked like a little child, or like an angel from heaven, as she stood in the midst of all that horrid danger, in her pure white robe, and with that smile of joy and con- _ fidence on her face. ~ **'The hotel is on fire?” she queried. Clinton answered shortly, for he was busied in saturating with water a blanket which he had snatched from the foot — - of the bed. He wound it about her, covering even her head and face. There was no time for explanation. None was needed; she _ yielded herself to him with a composure and a confidence that even then filled him with a fierce joy. _ She could trust him so much then. Eomichbooks.com