Commodore Junk — page 310: what you’re looking at

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303 CHAPTER XXXV. A FRESH ALARM. “Yrs; who called?” cried Humphrey, starting up. “Hist! Be careful. It is me.” Humphrey sprang from his couch, and was about to speak, when the curtain was thrown roughly aside, and Bart entered quickly. ‘‘ What’s the matter ?” he said, roughly. “Matter!” said Humphrey. ‘I—I—must have been dreaming.” Bart looked at him sourly, and then gave a suspicious look round, ‘¢ What time is it?” said Humphrey, hastily. “Time! What do we know about time here? ’Bout four pells,” Humphrey gazed excitedly at the dimly-seen figure, visible by a faint light which streamed in beside the curtain, and then as the curtain fell he advanced slowly till he could peer through and see that Bart had gone right to the far end of the corridor, where he had a lantern set in a stone recess, beside which he ensconced himself, and played sentry once again. ‘‘ Hscape is impossible unless I choose the gates of death,” muttered Humphrey, as he stole back cautiously, and then in a low voice sald— “ Hist ! Did anyone call?” “Yes. Is it safe to whisper?” came from above. “Mistress Greenheys!” cried Humphrey, joyfully. “Speak low, don’t whisper ; it penetrates too far. How I have longed 4o hear from you!” CONnnicloOol<s =