Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 95: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE 87 At any rate, they serve notice on the man who feels the lash that those present are mostly Ameéri- cans, and that, loving fair play, they will use him roughly if he dares turn upon the woman who is at the other end of that whip. Livingstone receives a number of strokes ere he can collect his thoughts. Escape is the only solution to the problem. He might and probably would scorn to turn his back on a man, for he has the reputation of a fire-eater in his own State, but the case is entirely different when his opponent is a young and pretty woinan. The best thing he can do is to try and lose his identity in the crowd as speedily as possible, and thus escape recognition. Quick as thought he wheels and, bending his head, makes a frantic rush for what he imagines is another room at the other end of the stairs. | Almost immediately there is heard the sound of a tremendous collision, and the falling of shattered glass, for the wretched Virginian, in his mad haste to escape, has plunged headlong into a large mirror and actually shivered it with his head. As he staggers back, utterly bewildered, an at- tache of the hotel rushes up and leads the unfortu- nate man into a side room, where lie can collect his scattered senses and settle the bill for damages. When Bob turns from watching the undignified retreat of the baffled Guy he has a fleeting glimpse of Gypsy’s figure running up stairs. | GomMmicbooksreco im