Laura Brayton — page 89: what you’re looking at

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re g0 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XIV. “l’M EQUAL TO IT.” Enoch Sharp, hardened villain as he was, had really become terrified by the strange, unearthly sounds which he had heard in his house. There was no natural way to account for them, and his guilt added to the weight of his fears. His had ever been a dark life—he had no redeeming points of memory to dwell upon. How bad he really was, no one earth-born but himself knew, for he concealed with studied hypoc- risy and well-feigned humility all that he could of his real fiendishness. There was one who knew him most of all—poor Laura Brayton, for he never treated her well. He studied to annoy her all the time, and if ever he gave her a glimpse of pleasure, it was that she might see it snatched away the next instant. — He left the house in company with Joe, but took a different direction as soon as they were on the street. He took the same course followed. by Bar- tram the day before, and entered the porter-house near the basin where the latter had met the man’ with the scar. Going toa table in the rear of the room—for it was one of that class of houses which is kept open all night—he called for a mug of ale and a sandwich. Then taking up a paper under pretense of read- ing, but really to shade his face, he sipped the ale very leisurely, leaving the sandwich untouched. comicbooks.com