Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 121: what you’re looking at

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F - Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 115 no resistance, looking on him still with the blank, vacant eyes of a sleep-walker. This done, he led her courteously to the door by which she had entered and let go her hand. As it fell the peaceful expression vanished, and was succeeded by one of be- wilderment, which, after a glance of puzzled wonder round the room, changed once more to that familiar haunting horror, and with a wild, heart-broken cry she burst into tears, and fled from the place. ‘Now John, now John,” cried Stephen Ashland, eagerly, ‘‘you haye had your will, let me ha¥e mine.” “Thine!” sneered John o’ Compton. ‘* What is thy will to me, prithee?” “‘But, John!” he said, piteously, ‘‘re- member, you promised.” *‘Promised quotha! Didst thou ever hear that John o’ Compton was over-squeam- ish about breaking aught?—heads, or jails, bond, pledge, or promise ?” “‘Come, John, you will tell me, won’t you?” whined the old wretch. ‘Why didst marry her? ‘Tell me that.” ‘‘ Why, what is that to thee ?” asked John, comichbooks.com