Rose Mortimer; Or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge — page 159: what you’re looking at

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a ROSE ; OF MORTIMER ; OR, THE BALLET-GIRL’S REVENGE. St 53,1 — i == \' ni [A REAL TRAGEDY. | “ What is it, Rose. What has happened ?” Rose shook her head. ‘Nothing, dear. Send those people away, if you can,’’ she whispered. Blanche looked scarcely less astonished than the rest of the people. However, in the midst of all the confusion which reigned, the prime mover in it preserved a most ad- mirable composure. “Do you not hear what the young lady says ?”’ she demanded. ‘‘ Now, good people, if the absurdity of which the landlord speaks were really true, is it likely that she would speak thus?” & What does it all mean ?”’ asked Blanche, No. 20. a SES Comichoo! ‘¢ T will tell you later,’’ said Rose. ‘‘ Lead me from room, dear Blanche.”’ “Come, then.”’ Supported by the affectionate girl, Rose left the room. The crowd made way for her as she past, and with her departure the fracas, which had assumed such an ugly appearance at first, was virtually at an end. The landlord protested as to the truth of what he averred. The crowd looked incredulous and the lady sneered. The mob withdrew. Thus, by a singular chance, as yet unexplained, had the murderous woman and her negro attendant 153 SOA