Laura Brayton — page 179: what you’re looking at

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170 LAURA BRAYTON. due, for the plans of vengeance and destruction laid out by him were such that failure sepmed im- possible. “But for Providence it would have been. The intensity of his hate in preserving one merely to persecute, his discovered intention to assassinave a tool before all his work was done, his bitterness actually overreaching his end, all combine now for his overthrow. But, Mr. Withers, I have an en- gagement which calls me back to town. I will leave Mr. Putnam to arrange with you the docu- mentary matters to produce to-morrow, and I will go back to my office. Come there, Mr. Putnam, after you are through here, for I have a message to send to the one who sent you tome. I know you will be glad of an opportunity to meet her so soon again.” The old lawyer now hastened out to his carriage, and entering it, drove off. He did not see the crouching form of Joe, who, behind some shrubbery near the gate, Wwatohbd Aira as he came out of the house and entered his carriage. “Alone, eh? The kid stays behind. So much the better. Old meat is tough; the lawyer would be hard to handle, old as he is. If the other goes home a-foot-back, he’s mine without winking. Or if he just shows himself careless, I’m good ata long shot; that I know, for I’ve tried it more than once.” And the ruffian now shifted himself into a clump | of dense evergreen trees, where, without being seen - himself, he could so arrange his position as to ob- serve the house and all its front approaches. - Taking a long steel pistol barrel from inside his coat, he fitted it to the stock, which he carried separate to lessen the bulk, and soon had a weapon (ef @) comicbooks