In Sight of St. Paul's — page 183: what you’re looking at

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i178 THE LAST LINK. asked Tom, turning to-the little maid, whose eyes were fuli of tears. ‘““Miss Gracie is out with Mr. Fletcher,’’? whim-. pered Becky, ‘‘and Miss eae went away in a hurry with a—a Mr. Treacher. ’ Then, unable to control her emotion longer, she flung her apron over her head and rushed from the room. — A look of alarm passed over Tom/’s face. ‘Treacher!’ he exclaimed. ‘‘Aileen with that scoundrel ?’’ ‘‘T quite agree with you,’’ put in Clarkson. ‘“‘I saw them drive away inacab and didn’t likeit I know that man Treacher by reputation, and know nothing good of him. But,’’ reluctantly, ‘‘I’m afraid we must be moving.”’ ‘You'll surely let me wait until my friends come back,’ ejaculated Tom, thinking of the alarm that would be caused, if the girls returned and heard his father’s story, which he knew would be anything but coherent. Clarkson bit his lip. Although belonging to the police force, he was.a man whose sympathies were still alive. They had not been crushed out by his profession. | “T regret it’s my duty”? he replied, ‘‘to place you _ 1n—well—a place of safety as soon as possible.’ Tom, his heart like lead in his breast, turned m Eomicbooks