Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 49: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 43 “*Connington Grange !” he cried suddenly, and then checking himself added, after a searching glance at my face and figure, ‘* Where may that be ?” “That is what I fain would know,” I answered, my fear somewhat overborne by my anger at the impertinence of ‘his scrutiny. «‘Since you cannot enlighten me, I will e’en inquire elsewhere.” “‘ Stay, stay, hotpate,” he grumbled, draw- ing his horse in front of mine as I prepared to ride on. ‘“‘ Whois the master there ?” “‘ Stephen Ashland, if I mistake not.” “‘Stephen Ashland—Stephen Ashland— Stephen Ashland,” he muttered twice or thrice, as a man trying to recall a half-re- membered name, and then bursting into that uncanny laugh of his, which I never heard without a cold shiver ranning down my spine. “‘Dost thou think so, my young whipper- snapper ?” “Think it? I know it,” I cried angrily. ‘¢ Draw aside, sir, and let me pass on.” “* Hasy, easy, my master,” he said, catch- ing my horse a blow across the face with the slack of his rein, and making the poor beast oO comicbooks.com