A Daughter of Delilah — page 36: what you’re looking at

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“GILBERT ROSEBERRY, YOU ARE MY PRISONER!” 27 CHAPTER III. ‘‘GILBERT ROSEBERRY, YOU ARE MY PRISONER!”’ ‘‘A lucky escape!’’ muttered Alston, when the carriage was crawling across. the bridge over the Ohio River. ‘‘Now for some story to tell my Aunt Radcliffe, and Minnie! But how the duse am I to evade their sharp eyes? I must go indoors quietly, and tell one of the servants to say that I have gone to my room for five minutes to change my shoes, or something of the kind. Then the rest will be comparatively easy !’’ These thoughts were somewhat exhilarating after his many unpleasant adventures, and he fell to thinking of Isabel Russell, and her indignation, when she heard how cruelly he had been hoaxed in her name. “Tt is a cowardly trick,’’ he thought, ‘‘whoever may be guilty of it.’’ But who could be the guilty person? He began to feel very uncomfortable, and to grow hot and cold by turns. Now that his head was clearing, he began to see that there was an ugly mystery surrounding the affair. If Queenie had not sent the telegram, the secret of his blind passion for her was known to another—to one who would perhaps make trouble between them. So far his only confidant was an old college chum, Edward Hawley, who was too honor- able to resort to any stupid nonsense of this kind. “Tam not dolt enough to be blind to the fact that there Gomicboo cS (E(0) m