Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 154: what you’re looking at

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148 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. I made my way without adventure along the coast from Cherbourg, where I left my kind captain, to Calais, from which town I knew that many smuggling-vessels were ac- customed to sail to the opposite coast, in spite of the war and the preventive service. . The danger I ran in taking this step did not occur to me until, entering a wine-shop on the night of my arrival, I beheld seated in acorner the man Basset, who had been my unamiable jailor at Connington Grange, As hasty flight would probably have made matters worse than they already were, I as- sumed as careless an air as I could and gazed boldly at him as if his countenance was al- together unknown to me. He, on his part, after the first start, appeared equally uncon- scious of any previous acquaintance, but, when he had finished the stoup of spirits he was consuming, a backward glance of his eye as he strolled out of the place assured me that he had known me at once. When Basset was near I concluded that John o’ Compton would not be far off, and I kept a careful lookout in all directions as I made my way back to the small tavern in ( TOIOY | oO comichbooks.com