The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 150: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. pacers In all, the doctor’s institution boasted some forty patients on the bright winter day after the evening Bob Brierly had been an unseen auditor to the conversation between McLean and Hall. The house contained two wards, one for the male pa- tients and another for the female, and a number of sleep- peter es dignified by the high-sounding title of ‘‘dor- mitories.”’ On this bright morning, near the end of Februady, a Wo- man sat on the side of the small, hard bed in one of the dormitories in Doctor Story’s establishment. She was a dark-complexioned woman, and no longer young. She looked simply ficions. The door of the room opened outward y, and a tall, red- faced woman appeared. ‘‘Come to your breakfast, Mary,” she said, in a surly tone. The dark woman gave her a look that would have caused most cheeks to blanch. ‘‘What do you mean by your insolence?” she asked, in a low, suppressed tone. ‘Insolence? Come, [like that. Do you want any break- fast? If you do, come on without any fouling; if you don’t, all the better, the more for the rest, for I can tell you it’s short measure in this institootion.” She finished her speech with a coarse, brutal laugh. ‘What do you call this place?” asked the dark woman; *©a mad-house?” Pith ‘“Oh, dear, no. This ain’t no mad-house; this isa Jdee- nevolent institootion.” She went off in fits of laugh “Well, what is it you wish me to do?” asked the dark | woman, more mildly. comicbooks (G0) ——>