The Blockade Runner — page 155: what you’re looking at

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156 THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. “T have brought you a companion, Dora,” said Powell, glancing at Norah. “A companion anda friend; how glad I am!” ex- claimed Dora, turning from Powell and grasping No- rah’s hands, while she drew near for a kiss. “ We will be friends forever! I have been lonely a long time, and you could have brought me no grander present than this friend, Uncle Ralph.” Powell smiled proudly as the two girls embraced, and Dora, clinging to Nora’s hand, led the way into the house. The interior of the building was in keeping with the outside-; exotic plants and flowers everywhere, and on every hand a certain beauty and neatness which pro- claimed loving woman’s rule. Norah was soon left alone with her new acquaint- ance, for Powell left to go back to the ship, where he knew he would be wanted to pay off the men whom he expected to discharge. The two girls sat in the cosy room that looked out upon the street, Dora still touching Norah’s hand ten- derly and gazing with sisterly affection into her face. ‘¢ Now, tell me all,” she said, in a tone which drew from Mowbray’s ward a full recital of her life since leaving Wilmington. Dora listened without once interrupting her fair narrator. She breathlessly followed her, word by word, and sat silent for a moment after the story. “T know this Flash Gilmor,” were Dora’s first words, spoken in a tone that startled Norah. “I have seen the ruffian!” and the girl’s small hands clinched. Let us hope that the waters ingulfed him and the .boat he ‘stole; that the ocean avenged COMME ool KSn(e@)