Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 87: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE. 79 with the girl he loves, or some one whem he longs to thrash. A bell rings out on some neighboring tower, and the sound electrifies him. ‘“There, I knew the miserable old clock was a bundle of deceit. It’s time now.’’ He looks around him sharply, as though he expects to see some one near by, looks eagerly, and upon meeting with disappointment, frowns. ‘“Not yet—but he will come—I believe it. I wonder how this will stand the racket.” He bends his rattan cane across his knee—it is a fairly stout stick, and capable of enduring considera- ble hard work. Satisfied with its action, Pemberton begins to pull at his mustache again, and thus betrays his nervousness. ‘What a strange freak of fate that I, of all men, should pick up that note in the hall this p. M. Let’s see just what it says—what a fool Guy Livingstone must be to imagine that because Gypsy Gordon is lively, vivacious, even daring in her way, she would accept such an appointment as he makes. Strange that she did not confide in me, but she keeps her own counsel. Ah! here it 1s.” | He opens the crumpled sheet and reads to himself the extraordinary contents, all the while frowning like a pirate. “TEAR Miss GoRDON :—Believing that you might like to see the sights of Denver by night, I offer my services as a guide. If you accept, you can depend upon the honor of a gentleman to protect you. I will GCOMIcdooks (C(O) A