Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 157: what you’re looking at

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150 A SEVERE THREAT. knees, all alone with her dead, Lola Gordon neither heard nor heeded. ‘‘Hear me, Heaven!” she cried, wildly. ‘‘I swear, beside her lifeless body, to hunt down to his death the man who has ruined our lives, and murdered 4er/ Through the wide world I shall search for this man, my FATHER’ —oh, the scorn in the sweet voice as that word passed her lips—‘‘and once found, I will brand him with the name of murderer/ ‘The same world cannot long continue to hold John Gordon and myself!” As she uttered these words she chanced to turn her head, and there, upon the floor at her feet, lay a shining, gleaming object. It was a man’s sleeve-button—a costly thing—in- crusted with emeralds, and with a coat of arms engraven upon the reverse side. She glanced at it with a curious expression upon her matchless face ; then she wrapped it in the bit of paper —all that remained of her mother’s marriage certificate—and hid - 1t away in her bosom. A slight noise startled her; the door of the cottage swung slowly open, and a man stood before her upon the threshold. With a frightened cry she sprang to her feet and confronted the intruder. CHAPTER VIII. FACE TO FACE WITH FATE. A stranger—a young man of perhaps five-and-twenty, tall and handsome, with a muscular though slender figure, graceful and _ easy, brown eyes and dark hair, with the marks of gentle breed- ing in his every gesture. He lifted his hat with a courteous bow. ‘7 beg your pardon for this intrusion,” he began, ‘‘ but the storm was so fearful that I ventured in here for shelter. You did not hear my knock, and———-” He paused in amazement ecomicbooks (ale)