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# "Roving Jack, the Pirate Hunter" — Page 34 This page contains an engraved illustration accompanied by serialized prose narrative. The image depicts an indoor scene with a young woman seated while a man stands nearby; the caption reads "AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION." The text below narrates a dramatic moment in which Sir Ranulph Gayton approaches a distressed maiden named Violet Tremaine, who receives a mysterious letter delivered by a highwayman named Nat Rose. Sir Ranulph and Nat Rose appear to exchange knowing glances suggesting the letter is forged, while Violet reads its contents—a message apparently from someone at Lord Darnford's residence assuring her that her troubles may be resolved.
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ROVING JACK, THE PIRATE HUNTER. ai i} Z Wp) Ais fae a NY ANC CN in ae ft ie | Vy KS AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION, Ranulph Gayton, who had been unwittingly awitness of all that had passed. In a great state of perturbation he approached Violet, and cried, AT, of a necessity, know your present trouble,” “ And yet you are here?” While speaking, the maiden was observed to shudder. - “You faint.” “No,” she replied, proudly, checking the steps advancing to her aid, “not I, indeed; but surely there is one who at such a moment might claim your sympathy.” “You allude to Sir John Warbold,” interrupted the baronet. “I go to tender him my services —nay, my life, should he require the sacrifice.” Sir Ranulph turned to take his departure, but suddenly paused. His progress was arrested by Nat Rose the high- wayman, who held a note in his hand. He sreeted the persons he encourtered, and pointed to the writing. “A letter.” “For me?” “Tf your name be Violet ” Tremaine, madam, She took the letter, broke the seal tremblingly, and exclaimed, . “Tig his hand !” No, 34. She had not observed her companions, who seemed to understand each other, if one might judge from the looks that were exchanged between them, , While Violet was reading, Sir Ranulph was heard to mutter to Nat Rose, ‘‘ She doesn’t detect the forgery.”’ “ My sight grows dim,” said Violet, endeavouring to peruse the lines upon the paper. ‘‘ All seems to me confusion.” “Fortune crowns my wishes,” whispered the baronet, to his companion. Turning to the lady, he continued, “Madam, if you will suffer me, I may be able to decipher this apparently strange letter.” ‘No, sir,” she retorted, rousing her energies ; ‘it is directed by him for me, and must be for my eye alone. Presently this foolish feeling will have floated past. I said so; I can read it now.” Once more taking up the paper, Violet commenced reading its contents :— “DpAR VIOLET,—Do not let what has happened trouble you; all may speedily be remedied, perhaps, by yourself. How, my lips only must disclose. Iam at Lord Darnford’s.” Sir Ranulph Gayton, affecting a pleasing surprise» exclaimed, “At Lord Darnford’s, eh? I know him well. Sir John Warbold could not have found a firmer riend,”’ ——_————$—$—$ $$$ $$ $$$ SST