Laura Brayton — page 119: what you’re looking at

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110 LAURA BRAYTON. “Alas, alas, I was and am one; for though some lives were spared, others were lost through my criminal intention.” “Never mind, you are ote redeeming yourself. Providence spared you from the assassin’s knife, and Providence has guided you in the ony. way to convert wrong into right.” “And I hope Providence rill carry us all through,” said Mr. Johnson, brushing back the white hair from his forehead. “My agent, employed to watch this wretch, Enoch Sharp, informs me he has been here to call on you. We thought we would call and learn what his object was.” “It was to seeif I was connected with the suit you have instituted—or, as you lawyers would say, to ‘pump me’ and see what he could gain,” ehh als Mr. Withers. “Did he have any success?” asked the lawyer. “None. Warned by you, as well as prepared in my own mind how to act, I did not appear to under- stand any of his hints, and made no reply which would lead him to think I had any idea of any suit being on the apis. He then asked me about my belief in ghosts, and I laughed at him. He said if I had heard as much as he had that I’d not laugh much. I told him I had a clear conscience, and _ that was a sure safeguard against ghostly visitants.” _ Captain Hawk laughed dryly. “Ghosts would be the death of him, if it were not written that he should die on a rope,” he remarked. “When will the suit come on?” asked Mr. Withers. “On the third day from this, and then in open court you will receive and recognize those who will yet make life a pleasure to you,” said Mr. Johnson. “Three days! To one who expects to die, how comicboo cS co mn i 4: