The Widowed Bride — page 54: what you’re looking at

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THE WIDOWED BRIDE. 45 “Tittle girl—little girl!’ interposed Sir John’s warning voice, ‘‘that is not the way to talk to Mr. Nickham.” “He called mea thief,” panted Rena, squeezing Alice’s hand so vehemently in her excitement that the little thing winced with the pain. ‘I am not a thief!” “You must allow us to be the judges of that, if you please,” said Sir John, dryly. ‘“‘Officer, remove the prison- ers!” ‘‘Are we going to jail?” wailed Alice. ‘‘Oh, Rena! Rena! you must not leave me!” | ‘“T won't?’ said Rena, resolutely, throwing her arms around her sister’s neck, and looking with defiant eyes at Sir Y ohn’s amused countenance. ‘‘I’ll never leave youn, Allie!” ‘‘And you need not,” said Sir John, kindly. ‘‘Don’t sep- arate them, officer—they are mere sparrows at best, and I don’t believe they are criminal, notwithstanding your argu- ments, Nickham!” And the little girls were led ont of court by the police- man, whose treatment of them was evidently much modified by ‘‘his lordship’s plainly expressed opinions. Sr ie as EComicbooks:c