Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 207: what you’re looking at

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HEARD AT THE FIFTH AVENUE. 199 setvants—to ease their minds—they will, Iam _ sure, be glad to see you. Besides, you can keep them here to watch the property while we pursue this strange phantom, this man whom death even could not keep in the tomb.’’ ‘Your advice is good, my ees Come with me— as my husband they shall know you as their new master,’’ and leaving the Senator and Joe in the library they pass in the direction of the kitchen. Ere they have been gone a minute Joe suddenly makes a spring, blows out the light, and runs to the window, to his friend’s amazement. “It was the face of that Colonel Corneel. Listen, you can hear him stumbling through the bushes in his hasty retreat. Senator, he had evil intentions at this window; he hates Bob like a tiger-cat,’’ declares Joe Hooker. CHAPTER XXIII. HEARD AT THE FIFTH AVENUE. Bob and his wife soon rejoin the others, having quieted the black servants, who, at sight of Gypsy’s beloved face, have shown the utmost enthusiasm, proving what a power she must have had over them in days gone by. ‘(We are ready to depart now,’’ she says, quietly, for there are tears in her eyes; everything about her awakens memories of the past. Joe has managed to tell his friend of the face at the Gomicbookssco iim