When London Sleeps — page 160: what you’re looking at

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IN THE TOILS. ia wen David turned impetuously toward the confused rows of surprised faces. “Even beneath this roof,’? he exclaimed, in ring-— ing tones, which pierced to the brain of even the most besotted of them all, ‘‘there must still be a lit- tle honesty left. Hear me, all of you! A decent and innocent girl has been heartlessly decoyed to this place to-night. In the name of the mothers and sis- ters who once must have loved you, I ask you to tell me where she is.’’ He ceased, but there was no response, for no one among them knew aught of this girl he spoke of. His words, however, had had their effect. Several of the men looked, as they felt, ashamed. of: them- selves, and more than one of the women was in tears. : Then Sammy Blythe called aloud, at the top of his voice: ‘“‘Oueenie! Queenie!”’ And Queenie, like a dove trooping among Crows, came forth. ; ‘‘Tavid,’’ she said, going to him, ‘‘I am here!”? With a rapturous cry, David caught her to his breast. Furious at being thus foiled, Hilda screamed. “Seize her! Stop them!”’ “Tet him Jay a finger on me who dares!” cried David, threateningly. And no one of them dared, or, rather perhaps to do them justice, not one of then cared to. -Unmolested by all, David bore his recovered sweet- heart from the room, comicbooks.co