Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 88: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 49 | CHAPTER XV. TIM’S AMAZEMENT, Tim Jordan and Aunt Carlina were seated at a table in the dining-room. A decanter and a glass stood in front of the ruffian, and he drank freely of the liquor, as if nerving himself for some fiendish work. The woman sat near him, her long arms resting on the table; her face moody and averted. *< How long is Leotine to remain penned up?” she asked. ‘¢ Until she’s docile.” ‘¢Did you unbind her?” ‘Yes. I didn’t want to be too rough.” <¢ Did you search her?” ‘¢ What would that have been for?” sluggishly lifting his face. | ‘¢ She carries a Spanish dirk.” «‘ And may cut her throat with it? Let her,” with a low laugh. | ‘¢ She may have matches about her.” << And set the house on fire? Nota bit of it. She has a violent temper, but is too sensible to bring needless peril upon herself. I tell you, Carlina,” with an oath, “I am more afraid of her than Iam of the boy. Unless we can restore her amiability, she will ‘ blow’ on us, Just as sure as you live.” There was a good deal of truth in that, so Aunt Carlina made no reply. ‘‘Tsn’t there one of Cassandra’s revolvers about the house, asked the ruffian. Eomichbooks (E(0)