Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 76: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 67 without a strong effort of the wrist; then the door swung slowly open. We must say, in justice to Leotine, that she had no knowledge of the intention to entrap Darke; hence, when she saw him disappear through the floor, she was almost as much astonished as he was. She had never even suspected the existence of a trap-door. Lhe latter had scarcely glided back to its place, ere Tim Jordan seized Leotine around the waist, and commenced to pinion her arms, she fighting desperately against him. ‘* You sha’n’t be the raven to feed him,” growled Tim. “‘T’ll kill you for this!” hissed the girl, through shut teeth, ceasing to struggle, her tone suppressed. “I'll keep my top eye open,” he answered, with a grin. «See that you do,” was her significant rejoinder. ‘* Aunt Carlina, I didn’t expect this of you.” ‘‘It was necessary to our safety, child, and to yours,” argued she. «‘Indeed!” with a sneer. “Am I to remain tied this _ way for the same reason? Aunt Carlina, order this villain to release me.” ‘© You shouldn’t call names,” rejoined the woman. In this matter I yield to Tim. I believe that he knows best.” «‘ Very well,” with mock resignation, a fiery flash in her eyes. Aunt Carlina nervously lifted her hand to her mouth. She would rather have heard Leotine break out in wild de- fiance. “Tm going to lock you up,” Tim Jordan said, lifting her in his arms. «‘Set me down,” she objected in a quiet tone, ‘ I'll walk.” He complied, and she looked demure enough. ‘You are thinking ugly about me, I’ll bet,” he said, Gomicbooks (E(0) im