When London Sleeps — page 72: what you’re looking at

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HEART TO HEART. 67 Then some one cried: “‘Oh, Queenie, take care! You’ll upset the milk!”? It was a most prosaic exclamation, but it brought Dave Engleheart’s heart into his mouth. It was Carrie’s voice. Queenie! ‘Then she must be there, close to him. He picked his way over the masses of granite which had once formed part of the walls of the abbey, until through an opening he could look into the roofless enclosure which had formerly been the chapel. | | There was rather an irreverent group there. Three ladies were seated upon. the grassy ground, and be- fore them was spread a substantial luncheon. Mrs. Jones, Carrie and Queenie had come out to the abbey to enjoy an al fresco repast. Dave caine toward them, hat in hand. His advent was greeted with cries of delight from Carrie, smiles of welcome from Mrs, Jones, and blushes from Queenie. They insisted that he should sit down and share their luncheon, an invitation which it is needless to say Dave accepted with alacrity. It was a merry meal that followed. Carrie was in the highest of spirits, and Mrs. Jones was full of anecdote of her former experiences in the ring. If Queenie was a little quiet it detracted nothing from the general enjoyment. Her lovely face showed that she was content. Dave, as he looked at her, which was most of the tie, thought that in all England there was surely not a more exquisite specimen of girlhood. Her | . | »comicbooks co