The Blockade Runner — page 88: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 89 will see that that promise is fulfilled to the letter. You shall not balk me, girl! Zam master here. J reign in Mowbray House. Sooner than see you Bentham’s wife I'd send you to sea in the Swiftwing with a hghted fuse at the door of her magazine !” A cry of horror pealed from Norah’s lips, and when Mowbray released her she reeled away and fell near the door insensible. “Oh, lintend to be master here!’ he exclaimed, gazing upon her figure stretched on the rich carpet. “By Jove! Id rather sink her in the Swiftwing than see her my nephew’s wife. I meant just what I said when [ told her that.” A tinkling bell in the hallway started Mowbray as ‘he finished, and a bound carried him to Norah’s side. “ My visitor can wait a moment,” he said, picking the lovely form up and disappearing quickly from the room. “He rings like Gilmor—but that fellow was terribly ill whem. I last heard of him.” He bore Norah to her boudoir, and told a color ed girl to attend to her, while he waited on his visitor in person. The next moment Mowbray was at the door. A muffled figure stood on the step extending a letter which Mowbray took without an invitation, and turned back into the house, eager fo peruse its contents. He had not asked the letter-carrier to enter while he read. | If he had, the invitation would not have been ac- cepted, for the person had already disappeared. Mowbray stood under an elegant hanging lamp as he broke the seal of the document and smoothed its _ folds. CoOMmiclooks co 5} See a AS ee