Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 156: what you’re looking at

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150 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. turning from some errand of mercy, had alarmed my would-be murderers, and having found me stretched in blood upon the ground had procured my removal to his own house, and there tenderly nursed me to recovery. ** What is your name, my son ?” he asked, when I was well enough to endure the burden of conversation. *« Roanoke,” I replied, ‘‘ Ralph Roanoke.” «* Roanoke—Roanoke,” he repeated, mus- ingly. ‘‘Where have I heard that name before ?” I waited eagerly in hopes that his recollec- tion would enable him to discover what his connection with that name had been, but I waited in vain, and it was by chance alone that I found eventually why his face was not strange to me. I was sitting by the window of my chamber one afternoon when I heard voices in the gar- den below. One of them was Pére Ambrose, but the other—could I be mistaken, or were those indeed the gruff, harsh tones of John o’ Compton? This suspicion filled me with alarm, for, though I could not doubt the guilelessness ( © comichbooks.com