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THE WASP 277 he visited many cheap and disreputable taverns and gaming-houses in search of Percy Stanton. He had no success that night, but on the next- he found his enemy. - He did not accost Stanton, but watched him furtively from a shadowed corner. The fellow had sunk to a terrible depth since the morning of the duel on the sands of Nevis. His face was gross and purple and loose-lipped ; and his soul, which was three parts coward and one part brute, looked shamelessly out of the bloodshot eyes. His attire, which still swowed signs s of its former glory, was rent and unclean. He drank glutton- ously of cheap spirits and threw dice with two companions as disreputable as himself. - When Stanton at last got to his feet and - reeled out of the place, James Burnham rang a shilling upon the table and followed him. They had not gone far from the pot-house in which __ they had been drinking when Stanton was accosted - by a crippled beggar. The beggar asked for a penny, but Stanton gave him a blow with his fist which sent him into the foul gutter cursing and whining. Leaving the ‘cripple to pick himself up and _— fecover his crutches, Stanton. continued on his Comichookscom