Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 168: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 161 forth a pocket-knife, and cut a rude cross upon the trunk, sur- mounted by the initial of his name, ‘‘ V.” ‘*Vendetta!” he muttered, with a halfsmile. ‘‘I shall know this place, if I ever chance to cross it again,” He turned and hastened away, following the stream in its downward course—for some subtle instinct warned him against approaching the mansion, although he knew not the name of its master. He hurried down the narrow path before him, Weak and worn with long fasting, his temples throbbed wildly, his heart beat with difficulty, and occasional flashes of pain shot through his body. An awful horror seized him. ‘*T fear that I am going to be ill,” he exclaimed. ‘‘ Oh, to reach shelter somewhere! If I could see some one, I would inquire the way to my father’s place. It cannot be far from here.” But the road was very lonely, and he sawno one. It was getting late now, and the shades of evening were beginning to creep over all things. On, on he went, his footsteps growing more and more feeble, the pain more and more intense. At last, weak and exhausted with his long walk, his weary eyes caught a glimpse of a white cottage nestling amid a green bower of trees. With a low-breathed prayer of thanks, he turned in its direction, passed through the pretty white gate, clambered the steps of the vine-wreathed porch, and then fell in a dead swoon upon the threshold. The door opened softly, and a woman’s face peered out. CHAPTER XI. ‘‘rHe DREAM IS OUT.” As those awful shrieks resounded, the crowd about St. George’s, Hanover square, grew denser, and pressed closer to the bridal party, until the danger of suffocation was very great, Various rumors prevailed, the one most affected being that a Gomicboo cS (e(o) =)