Laura Brayton — page 175: what you’re looking at

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166 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XXXV. THE ATTEMPT ON PUTNAM’S LIFE. “You shuddered just now, Mr. Putnam, as that ill-visaged wretch glared in at us through the car- riage window.” It was Mr. Johnson who said this to Eldridge Putnam, for he had seen him shrink back in disgust from the half insolent, half wondering stare of Lobster Joe. “{ might have done so, sir,” said the young man. “Hor I had seen his face before and remembered it but too well. Last night, before my mysterious and most providential rescue from a peril which I sup- posed would involve a loss of life, if indeed not of liberty, I saw him at the head of a swarm of ruffians clamoring for blood. He looks to me like a tiger in human shape.” “He is, and ought to be caged,” said the old lawyer. “It is most likely that he and his employer will soon be where they can only damage them- selves. But I have now. as we ride toward the house of Mr. Withers, time to ask you how you were interested in the history I gave you to read last night.” “So much 60, sir, that sleep scarcely visited my eyelids afterward. Indeed, sir, it seems oe possible that it can all be true.” “Yet it 1s,in every point. As I told you, it is -more strange than the’ invented fiction of any (eo) comicbooks m —