Laura Brayton — page 50: what you’re looking at

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- 5 4 Ay 7 OTe et Ae LAURA BRAYTON. 41. CHAPTER VII. THEY MUST BE BLOTTED OUT. Enoch Sharp, the lame lawyer, sat at his scantily furnished breakfast-table. Before him lay his favorite morning paper. After taking a sup of weak coffee—he was too miserly to have it strong— he glanced at the local columns, as was his usual custom, “Great fire in Holiday street,” was the caption of the first article which met his eye; and his face flushed fiery red and then grew white, as his eye marked the location named. | “My block—my block!” he cried. “My insurance —I must see to that!”. And he sprang from the table aint rang his bell. It was not answered, for he had rung the bell which should have called Nathan Sloth; but Nathan had not returned from the quest upon which he had sent him. Then he rang another bell, and this was answered by Laura Brayton. “Where is Nathan?” he asked, sharply, when she came in. “Go and see if he is in his room; the idle, lazy curse never wakes up till dinner-time without he is called.” Laura bowed and went on the errand, She came back in a few seconds, and said: Comicbooks.com >