Vashti's Fate — page 18: what you’re looking at

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TRAGEDY. Be x. Leave him alone. I wish I had let him kill you,” said Nora, angrily, her pretty lip curling with defiance. The man bit-his lip and frowned, but lowered his gun and walked on. Meanwhile Roscoe Everleigh, as he crossed the threshold of the wide doorway, came face to face with his wife—a lovely, delicate-looking woman, with long fair curls and soft blue eyes. At sight of his wild face she stopped aghast. ‘“What has happened, Roscoe ?” ‘*No matter what! Where’s Margery? I’m wounded myself, I believe.” He leaned heavily against the wall as he spoke, flinging down his gun, and loosening his coat with hands that twitched nervously, and fell away from his vest dripping with his own blood. With a piercing scream Mrs. Everleigh fell fainting on the floor. Margery Gresham was not far away; she ap- peared almost instantly—a tall, majestic-looking woman, not beautiful, but far from plain, with bands of braided hair about her head. She glanced with a pair of keen gray eyes at her sister, and from her to the wounded man, see- ing, without further ado, that he was most in need—that something terrible had happened. _ **Ho, Philip! Elise!” she called, in clear, loud tones, supporting Everleigh, who looked ready to fall. He smiled wanly at Margery, saying, with short gasps: ‘“T’'ve—done it—at last—Margery—the very thing—you said—I would; and the blood-hounds are after me— already. ” She glanced sharply at the door; her quick ear caught the sound of the approaching commotion, and with Philip’s cS Eomicboo (E(@)