Laura Brayton — page 198: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON, | 189 “Who lives here?’ asked the man, in a tremu- lous, anxious tone. “Knoch Sharp, Esquire!” replied the lawyer, “What do you want?” “YT want to talk to Enoch Sharp, Esquire, said the person, slowly, but more emphatic in tone than at first. “Well, talk away; I’m here in propria personne, as we say in Latin.” “T prefer looking at a man when I talk with him, especially when my business is important,” said the stranger. ‘s Important business, eh? Something that will pay? Come in, sir, and madam, come in. I never neglect business.” The lawyer hurried back to his library, or office, followed by his visitors. There he turned to look at the man; who, lifting his hat, revealed a pale, care- worn face, which seemed to produce a terrible effect on’ Sharp. For an instant, with distended eyes, _ with a look of unfeigned terror, he stood trembling, and then shrieked out: “Are you the spirit of Luke Withers, come to mock mein my distress? Why do you persecute me? Who is she? Isaw Annie and her child last night! Is she come again to torment me?” “Enoch Sharp, do you not know me? I amno mockery, no illusion. I am Luke Withers, come back to claim my own, and to die where I was born.” “Not dead? Not a ghost? May d feel of your hand?” asked the lawyer, seeming to shake less than at first. | “Yes, There, do you not see that what is left of me is flesh and blood? This young lady is an angel of mercy, who has been instrumental in saving my Gcomicbooks com >