Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 159: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 153 mug and drained it to the dregs. The next moment he was stretched dying in convulsions on the floor. : I was overwhelmed with horror at this ca- tastrophe. It needed no revelation to trace John o’ Compton’s hand in this, and though T had marvellously escaped, the future looked black indeed. I had no doubt that, having been again balked in his attempt upon my life, he would save himself further trouble by delivering me up to justice as the assassin of poor old Pére Ambrose, my benefactor. What chance in that case would my bare, unsup- ported word have against the circumstances, and the evidence he would not scruple to fab- ricate ? There was but one course open to me, and leaving my. poor friend lying where he had fallen I fled terror-stricken from the house and place. With the constant expectation of finding | myself in the hands of my pursuers, I slunk from village to village until I arrived in the neighborhood of Dunquerque. Warned by my former misadventure, I took care to avoid the quarters most haunted by Ka | C haz comichbooks.com