Laura Brayton — page 190: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 181 CHAPTER XXXVIITI. “1’M FAIRLY BROKEN DOWN.” Enoch Sharp was in his office alone—sitting at his table looking gloomily at a pile of papers. “Copies! copies!” he muttered. “The originals gone. I have deed mortgages, bills of sale, but for forgery as for murder there is a penalty. Death can come but once. To be locked up in a prison cell, to work under brutal keepers in a State prison were worse than a hundred deaths. MustI yield? | Must I be conquered? No, no, I will fight to the last and then die before I will give in! - Ah, you here, blood on your hands! Have you killed any of - them?” This last cry, drawn from the lawyer by the sudden entrance of Joe, all breathless from the — haste with which he fled from the spot where he had killed the poor apple woman, was given so loud that Joe, with his hand all bloodv, pressed over the mouth of the lawyer, cried out: “Hush! you old fool, hush! It is enough that I’ve killed somebody without you blabbing it out so it can be heard half a mile!” “Ugh! The blood stifles me! Whois dead?” said the lawyer, with a shudder, as Joe removed his hand. | | . “A fool of a woman who kept me from making a thousand dollars at a single lick. I had that fellow that got off with the gal right under the point of a Eomicbooks (elo)