Laura Brayton — page 66: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 1 es 57 CHAPTER X. “MORE CRIME TO DRAG ME DOWN.” Limping to and fro in his room, his face more like that of a fiend than a human being, so dark and sinister, so full of malignancy, Enoch Sharp impa- tiently waited for the appearance of Bartram. Minutes ever seem like hours to one who waits on the rack of suspense, and hours drag on like days. But at last he came. His face flushed with strong drink, his eyes blood-shot and hazy, his hands quivering with unuatural tremors, did not improve his looks, and as we have said before,-his appear- ance at the best was not attractive. “Why, in the name of the foul fiend, have you lingered so long? I sent for you in haste!” said Sharp, angrily, to the gambler. “I came as soon as I got your message,” replied Bartram, testily. “My message! my order, sir! You are mine— mine, body and soul; and when I bid you come, come; when I say go, go!” “Well, have your own way, if it suits you. What do you want of me? Iam here with two bad things to bother me. One is a headache—the other an empty pocket.” | : “Yes, and both resulting from one cause—your own folly and your groveling appetite for drink. You have not even the caution of most men of your trade. Bart, you are little better than a beast.” cComicboo Ss) (ee)