In Sight of St. Paul's — page 177: what you’re looking at

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172 THE LAST LINK. Without waiting for the undesired and undesirable guest, as he appeared to her, to answer, she caught Mr. Chichester gently by the arm, and leading him to an arm-chair in front of the fire, installed him comfortably therein. Clarkson was a little nonplused, not a little to his amusement, however, for the inspector hada certain | sense of humor. “Indeed !’? he ejaculated, with an uplifting of his brows. Becky, with one hand resting upon the back of Mr. Chichester’s chair in a protecting manner, faced the speaker with an exhibition of far more courage © than she really felt at heart. “Yes. You see, he’s been very ill, and he’s weak, and you might lead him on to say things he’d be sorry for afterward, because——’’ She hesitated just a second, and then went on, boldly: ‘‘ Because I know who you are, though you’re dressed different. You’re Inspector Clarkson, who first brought in the bad news. ’? | As if galvanized into life, old Mr. Chichester, whose manner hitherto had been listless and lifeless, when he heard these words, leaped exgitedly from his chair. ‘“What’s that!’’? he exclaimed, tremulously, ‘‘In- spector Clarkson!’ To Becky’s dismay, who had never for a moment Gomicbooks (E(0) m