Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 115: what you’re looking at

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NOW IT IS BOB, THE MAGICIAN. 107 ‘If he begs very hard I don’t see how I can refuse.’ Ah! my dear boy, be sure you plead well.”? ‘“Won’t I—well, if the case is lost it can’t be laid at my door, for I’m in dead earnest, and she was inclined to be merciful—to give in?”? ‘‘T tell you she loves ze man zat carry her out of ze burning woods. It was one great streak of luck zat give you ze chance of your life. You see when des- tiny takes a hand in ze game zere is no use for any poor mortal plotter like zat Livingstone to come in. I feel sorry for zat man—he must be in a state fit for murder. But you seem so cool—so self-possessed— you who should be burning up with ze lover’s ardor. I do not comprehend.’? ‘Oh! there’s a good five minutes yet. Time enough when I face those eyes.’’ The French lawyer evidently does not mean to allow anything to interfere with Bob being on time. He has an interest at stake.- As the young man saunters out of the dining-room he steps up to his own apartment to brush his hair, it may be to compose his nerves for the peculiar ordeal before him. Promptly at ten o’clock Bob presents himself at the door of the private parlor which is a part of the ele- gant suite of rooms Miss Gordon occupies. He has been here before, and knows the place well. He knocks boldly—if it has been arranged that he should play the part of a lover, there is no reason why he should not do it with his whole heart. ‘Come in.”’ Is that Gypsy’s voice, so full of fear and trembling. Connicooolks.€o© iin ——_J