Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 106: what you’re looking at

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- \¥ ‘~ a sf * ¥ DARKE DARRELL. ee There was something in the tone of her yoice which brought him to her side at once. ‘This picture!” she gasped, thrusting it into his hand. It was the photograph of a little gipsy-faced girl, with a wealth of dark, curly hair, and black eyes, which looked straight at one. His wife’s agitation extended to him. ‘It is Leotine!” he exclaimed, with positiveness. Mrs. Cassandra became all the more excited because his opinion coincided with hers. “* Do you know who this is?” she asked of the lady, strug- sling to regain her self-possession. ‘‘I do not,” answered the lady. ‘¢When was it taken? Does anybody about the estab- lishment know? How can I possibly find out?” asked Mrs. Cassandra, in breathless haste. ‘Be calm, dear,” tenderly whispered her husband. The lady attendant did not know how she could be en- lightened. ‘‘ Perhaps it is necessary for me to explain my surprise and agitation,” Mrs. Cassandra said, her lips quivering. ‘« Hive years ago, while living in Italy, our little girl was stolen from us, and we could obtain no trace of her what- ever. ‘I'o find her picture in this country, and to come upon it in such an accidental manner, has; been quite a shock to us, I assure you.” ‘“‘T can readily understand that,” replied the lady. ‘‘ Numbers of children look alike. It may be a mere resem- blance that has disturbed you. Five years would make quite a change in a child.” ‘“‘Of course,” impatiently admitted Mrs. Cassandra. ‘‘But in this instance I am not deceived. If we could find the child by means of this picture, the matter would be decided in one way or another.” Eomicbooks: ¢€o