Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 236: what you’re looking at

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230 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall, she said, with a dainty, chiding gesture. “Go on.” “« Above—Cosenca,”’ I groaned, *‘ ‘The— ~ Newe—Bridge—Digge—Beneath !’” T have it,” I cried. ‘‘ Goths, Calabria, Cosenca are naught but a blind. Leave them out, and it is as plain as the nose on my face.” “Indeed? You have it, have you?” she said, with a pretty impertinence, for which there was but one form of sufficient punish- ment, after which interruption we resumed. ** Divert the stream above the Newe Bridge. Digge beneath it. Find much treasure, Hastily restore. Hastily restore! Why? What does that mean ?” ‘* Hastily restore !” echoed my wife, puck- ering up her snowy brow in thought. “ H. R.; Hester Roanoke, of course.” “ At last !” I exclaimed, triumphantly, wav- + ing round my head the paper bearing these all-important words. ‘At last! The New Bridge lies just without. I can remember well the building of it.” The work was put in hand at once, and pushed forwards with a will. I would not © comichbooks.com