Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 221: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 215 eously, as she had done so many times in the weary days long past : ‘Ralph ! Ralph ! save me from him ! save me from him !” “Come in, wench!” he cried, snatching her back with an oath. ‘‘ Dost wish to dash out thy brains on the stones below? What hast thou to do with yonder bastard ?” “You lie, John o’ Compton !” I shouted, furiously. ‘‘ You lie in your throat, and you have known it these eight years past. Your claim upon the estates is an impudent fraud, for which you shall smart, or my name is not Ralph Roanoke. They are mine, mine, and you knew it long ago.” His face grew black with rage, and with a hideous imprecation he seized a gun that leaned in the window corner, and levelled it with deliberate aim at my head. “‘Say you so?” he cried. ‘Then I will shortly make your claim as void as mine.” There was 2 moment’s pause, during which I seemed to feel every pulse in my body. A singular feeling of mingled dread and exulta- tion overwhelmed me, and had I been able to move I felt that I should have scorned to comichbooks.com