Laura Brayton — page 29: what you’re looking at

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20 LAUKA BRAYTON. CHAPTER III. SHADOWED. When Jake Bartram left the office of Enoch Sharp, walking slowly and thoughtfully along the street, he did not notice that a person who saw him come out, followed him on the opposite side of the street, keeping in view of him all the time, turning the same corners that he did, and after him, enter- ing a low porter-house near the “Basin,” where he seemed to be acquainted, for, nodding to the bar- keeper as he passed into a back room used for dominos, cards, etc., he said: “Jim, make me a brandy-sour, and have it hot.” This person seemed to be a seafaring man by his dress and the hard-weather look of his mahogany- colored face. Elderly, too, for his long hair was a grizzly gray, his beard, of may be a week’s growth, stood out like white bristles on his face. A singular scar, dividing his upper lip on the right side and extending well up on the cheek, did not add to the attractiveness of his looks. “Public—that room in there?” asked this man, pointing to the open door of the back room. “Yes, when folks order anything, and want to study the books of four kings, or handle the dominos.” : comicbooks com