Laura Brayton — page 42: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 33 CHAPTER VI. TO THE RESCUE. It was a very old-fashioned house in which Enoch Sharp lived, from its gable, odd shape, and unpre- tending height, standing as it did among more modern and fashionable dwellings, often attnacted the notice of strangers, who, in passing, would pause to observe its quaint--architecture, perhaps to wonder when it was built, and why it so suterae from all around it. But a tall, eracefully-formed young man, evi- dently of the upper circles, who slowly passed and repassed that house several times at a late hour of the evening the same eventful day on which our story opens, did not seem to be one of this class of strangers, or to be attracted to that vicinity by mere curiosity. With his eyes glancing up toward a window, the next beneath the projecting roof tiles, he walked slowly a course of a few yards to and fro for upward of an hour without pausing. At the end of that time a light appeared in the room of which that window was the front, seen dimly through the curtains, but yet revealing occasional glimpses of a womanly form. This seemed to be what he had been looking for, because he stopped comichbooks (e(0)