Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 158: what you’re looking at

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152 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. thought it would be good for my convales- cent.” He poured a mugful out and handed it to me as he spoke. ‘*But the link, father, the link?” I cried, eagerly. “‘The link. Ah, yes. Many years ago, when I was a young man, I was in England ; the name of the town I cannot recall. I was summoned from there secretly one night to go to a place of your name, where I married —what was it? Sherald, Sherard—” “* Gerald,” I suggested. «Yes, yes, that is it—Gerald Roanoke to— But you do not drink your wine.” Convinced that I should never hear his story until he was satisfied, I raised it to my lips, and took a sip. “Father,” I said, putting it from me, ‘‘ it is strangely bitter. Ah! it is poisoned! Where did it come from ?” “* Poisoned |” he cried. ‘‘ My son, could you suspect meof suchacrime? It is, I fear, the blackness of your own heart that sug- gests it. See.” Before I could prevent him he raised the comichbooks.com