Penny Dreadfuls, 1869 · page 70 of 105
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68 DESPXEKD, ti “ery. student, Ansclito, “He saw two tien leave’ thie ‘house’ by the rear entrance and followed them. After seeing then posted’ in er witev, evidently waiting ‘for some one, lie ‘ran to the barrier and gave ‘he alarm.” Hal Mey came from tlie house of ‘the student rf guid the Governor. “ Yes, your excellenc “Strange, « He sn Fy viiupte; kind oa ‘when. “What sliould tlifs Wilton du'at ‘his hotse ?” “T can’not tell’ “He was there last hight, r am ert? replied ‘Dujardin. “ Whiy so ?” : “ Ofie of my mén Saw ‘ith in the widow and repr teh I went to take hii, ‘bat hé was nowhere to ‘be found. Doutt- feis he was ‘conceited ‘somewhere dt the. tithe.” ’ | Ave You sure your than knew ‘lin . * Oertiinly. ‘He ‘had putout His liéad “td Aida i a sliutter, what Langlier passed upon the walk, so close that their faces almost touched. I repeat, it was ) the very man. No ‘one knows him better than bargtier.”- “ That same rogue deserves a halter himself,” said the Gov- ernor. “ You remember that he attacked Lamont and this same Wilton in the'wood above the Chambly. I should have hung him for that, but for you, Mariot.. I wonder yon keep the fellow about you.’ : “% He is: useful to ‘me gxid Dujardin,” es Tighant’ you he fh a virtaia. ‘Wiiat’ ¥hal we do th regard” t6 ‘te ‘ola. mah ?” ” “He must ve takén. ‘esetia your oi utider ke sergean t, ‘and biing Lim to heid-qiartérs.” a ardin tured to éxécuite the Order. “adit ‘had ead required, and ‘ran’ away lke the ‘wind, ‘taking ‘thé Snedesin® ‘of te ‘Weuse' of ‘Ahsefind, “As Hie rau, fie ‘sthinbled over Some on’ Who Was'th the path, a brititedslirtveled figre, wlio cursed him in good French for tlie act: “Beware wiiat you do ! he ‘cried.’ “ ‘No’ ‘adn ‘eves aid ‘ wrong to Conrad Diimdi nt who did Tiot | at sotiie Time “re ad | oc esata ldo * u Conrad, the sorcerer ?” asked Clana ‘rib. ant bien eae to Vou. “Do you Kndw Despard f° Ccomicoooks. Conn