The Yankee Champion — page 162: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, 155 “Do you know the man who resides here?’’ asked Walter. ‘‘No, I don’t. And now, stranger, if it wouldn’t be an impudent question, who are you?”’ _ “A man like yourself, perhaps, though I did not come here accidentally,’’ returned Walter. ‘‘I came to seek one whom I expected to find here.’’ “Oh, then you don’t belong to the house?”’ ‘“No,’’? answered our hero. As Walter made that answer a vague suspicion flashed across his mind that all was not as the two men would have it appear. Ryan had been a little too ofi-hand. The very manner in which he had at first addressed him proved that he knew the person to whom he spoke did not belong to the house. From that moment our hero had his eyes open. ‘“Who are you seeking here?’’ asked the old Tory. **A girl named Helen Ryan.”’ “Oh, you won’t find her here, sir,’ quickly re- turned Dow. ‘‘She’s——’’ The unlucky man met the thundering look of Ryan, and he stopped. Walter noticed the move- ment, though he showed it not, and turning to Dow, he said: ‘‘And how do you know?”’ ‘Because she ain’t here?”’ **But how do you know that?’’ ‘‘My friend judges from the appearance of the place, I presume,” returned Ryan, coming quickly to the aid of his obtuse companion. ‘“‘The appear- ance of this room, which is evidently the only room for cooking in the house, shows pretty conclusively that there can be no one here but ourselves.”’ “Perhaps you are right,’’ said Walter. And then co cS ae ; EOmMmIcboo v)