Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 166: what you’re looking at

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160 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall, “No,” I said, as we turned into the dear old courtyard, which looked sadly dilapidated and forlorn, “no; I am not a lawyer.” “‘ Who are you, then, and what is your busi- ness with my father ?” she went on, detaining me in the doorway, when I had assisted her to alight. ‘« My business,” I responded, “is as much with yourself as your father. I can only hope I shall prove more successful with him than with you.” “¢ With me ?” she said, gazing at me fixedly. “With me!” «With you.” ‘*Who are you ?” she cried, again, taking one step towards me, and searching my face with burning eyes, as if trying to connect it with some vague and half-effaced reminis- cences. ‘““May !” I exclaimed, unable any longer to keep up the concealment, ‘May! don’t you know me? Years have passed since we met, it is true, but I have never forgotten you. Don’t say that you have quite forgdtten me.” ‘Ralph! Ralph !” she cried. ‘Home at last, at last |” Comicbhooks.com