Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 33: what you’re looking at

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‘““T WONDER IF YOU ARE THAT MAN.” 25 appears to be a valley road, they follow along it and have little trouble. ‘‘Do you know you haven’t told me your name yet?” remarks Bob, at length, after they have spoken about various subjects. She laughs at this—a merry, ringing laugh, the first she has given utterance to since the terrible danger bore down upon them. ‘Was I guilty of such a gross breach of etiquette? Really, you must forgive me. ‘To my friends I am known simply as Gypsy.”’ ‘‘A singular name, and yet quite appropriate, I must confess. Do you live in this heathen wilder- ness, may I ask?”? ‘*Oh, yes!”? ‘Then, perhaps, you can direct me. I have found no one in the day’s journey who could give me even a pointer. My comparion and imyself disagreed at a point where the road forked, and concluded to sepa- rate. I am inclined to believe he was right, after all, since I got into a muddle; but don’t think that I regret it, since it was the cause of making me acquainted with one whom I might otherwise never have met.”? ‘That was well put, Mr. Bob Pemberton. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to tell me what brings a gentle- man to this wild region from a point so far away as New York, perhaps I may be able to direct you.”’ “T’m looking for a place called Hawk’s Nest.”’ “Oh!? with a start. , ‘The property—the hunting lodge, or some such y. GCOMIiIcsooks (C©) ii