The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 76: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 67 CHAPTER XIV. ARRIVAL OF THE STEAMER, Charles Hudson returned from Philadelphia. He had not caught any one there, and Bob Brierly rather scoffed at him. “Well, you needn’t blow, Bob. You haven’t done any- thing while I was away,” returned Charlie, good-humoredly. ““Oh, haven’t I?” said the other, with a very peculiar smile. ‘“T guess not.” ‘No, I have not—that’s a fact. Now, do you know, Charlie, | think I am bringing bad luck on you. The Scythia ue due on Thursday, and I won’t go to the wharf with you.” “What stuff, old fellow! Come on.’ ‘*No; [ll let you go alone, just for fun. Let's see: I left Hapland on Saturday; the Scythia sailed on Tuesday. I’ve a sort of idea they’re on board the Scythia. Go alone, and let us see what luck you'll have.” . Charlie liked his friend, and so he humored him. But Charlie had been a little puzzled by Madge’s manner since his visit to Philadelphia. She would gaze upon him so tenderly at one time—so reproachfully at another. He never suspected Madge loved him more warmly than he loved her. He was so well used to thinking of her as a dear sister, that he never imagined she could feel toward him as — a lover. Madge seemed bilehtee, happier, too, than she had done for along time. ‘The roses on her cheek were deep, her smile wore an unwonted brightness, her lips a lovelier smile. ‘‘How happy you look, Madge,” said Charlie, one evening, GEomicboo cS (€(0)