Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 157: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hail. 151 of Pére Ambrose, the proximity of the man of the woods would entail serious risk to me. “‘Who were you speaking to, father?” I asked, anxiously, when, some time after- wards, he entered the room. “< An old acquaintance of mine ; a country- man of yours, to whom I have at times been of some service.” «Ts his name John o’ Compton?” I asked. *<'Yes,” he answered. ‘‘ What then?” «‘Then I know where I have seen you be- fore!” I cried. ‘It was at Connington Grange, the day you married John o’ Comp- ton to Alice Roanoke, and that is where and how you knew my name.” *“No,” he said; ‘no. I remember, but it was not that I was thinking of.” What the other association was I had still to learn. Some weeks later, he entered my room joyfully, with a flask of wine in his hand. ‘*T have found it,” he exclaimed—“ that missing link in my brain. But first drink some of this. A good friend of mine has sent it me; and asI do not use it myself I ( |S i} comichbooks.com