Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 48: what you’re looking at

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42 ‘Roanoke of Roanoke Fall. tavern in order to ask for more particulars as to my further progress, when a man riding a powerful black horse issued from a side street at some little distance behind me,.and ad- vanced at a sharp trot towards the spot where I awaited his coming. Turning to address my question to him, I nearly cried aloud with sudden fear and astonishment. There could be no mistake about that grim, scarred face and those strange long .arms—it was the man of the woods, John o’ Compton; he who, when I had last set eyes on him, had come, like a messenger of evil, to lead my father to death and disgrace. He was much more gayly dressed now, but with a confusion of gaudy coloring, an excess of feather and gold lace, that betrayed the more clearly the innate vulgarity of his mind. “What art glowering on me for?” he ex- claimed, harshly, as I sat staring at him, my heart terrified and my tongue paralyzed, as once hefore, at the sight of him. ‘‘Can—can you tell me—the road to—to Connington Grange?” I stammered at length. © Comichooks.com ,