Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 190: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 183 CHAPTER XVI. A GOLDEN SERPENT. The shrieks resounding upon the silence of the night brought Mrs. Brown from the cottage, and by the light of the radiant © moon-rays a dreadful spectacle was revealed. There, upon the green grass, in the tiny rose-arbor, lay poor Dot, in her grotesque attire, one arm hanging helplessly at her side, and bleeding profusely from the effects of a pistol-shot. As the report of the pistol, followed by the awful cries, broke the stillness of the night, Sir John Sydney turned and fled from the spot as though pursued by avenging spirits. Lola flew to the poor girl’s side, and, assisted by the horror- stricken Bob, lifted the head of her kind friend upon her arm. ‘¢Dot—Dot!” she cried, wildly, ‘‘ for Heaven’s sake speak tome! Don’t stare into my face in that awful way ; it breaks my heart. Oh, Heaven, she is dead !” For the white face lying back upon Lola's arm grew ghastly, and a dazed expression stole into the eyes of the wounded girl. Mrs. Brown, with creditable forethought, rushed into the house and into Lloyd Vernon’s room ; seizing a flash of brandy from the table, and without pausing to answer the sick man’s frantic questions as to what had occurred, she rushed back to Dot’s side, first hastily dispatching Bob, on his fleet-footed pony, for the nearest physician. Then Mrs. Brown forced some of the brandy between the girl’s white lips, and after a time Dot revived. ‘‘What.is the matter?” she gasped, faintly; then, with a frightened shudder, she hid her pallid face upon Lola's bosom. Eomichooks (ee) =