José — page 292: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 285 _ “T followed your trail, Miss—Mrs, McGregor.” “T implore you to spare me!” she cried, vehement- ly. “Once before you acted as my guardian angel. Take me again under your protection, and lead me away from this place of horror, where the body of a man who has been a dark omen to me in life would hold me still in death. I knew that I was saved when I read your name—-~” She tried to grasp his arm and staggered; Bau- mann, however, quickly passing his arm around her waist, led her to a chair. “Mary,” he said, assisting her into the seat, “dis- pose of me—of my life; here are friends, too, who will aid us; nothing will harm vou nor will I leave you until you bid me go—” She seemed to suppress her weakness by a mighty effort, and at last gazed up into his face with a smile of commingled pain and joy. “Let me have a short rest,” she whispered, arising; “I will see you in a quarter of an hour.” She looked in the direction of the door, where Jose-Pepita was standing, ‘a silent witness to all that had taken place, beckoned to her, and in her company left the room. When she was gone Bau- mann extended his arms before him in overwhelm- ing happiness, and seized Green’s hand. “All will end well,” he said, with difficulty re- straining his voice; “but though the wild bird may not want to return to its nest, Uncle Bob shall have more than a home.” It was a long quarter of an hour which the friends were compelled to wait; neither one of the two chums apparently wished to anticipate by a single word the events in course of issue. Bob merely gave an occasional shake of the head, proving that GEomichboo Ss) (eo)