Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 29: what you’re looking at

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39 ese BONNY JEAN: host inside. It was a great dark room, lighted by a single tal- low candle, which threw a little patch of red light in the center, and left the rest of the apartment in eerie shadows. The old man hastened to the huge fire-place and tossed a great light- wood kot upon the little heap of coals that smoldered there. Instantly a broad, bright light flashed up, and in a moment the room wus brilliantly illuminated. ‘“Will you have my horse attended to?” inquired Philip. ‘Can you have him well rubbed down, and give him a good feed ?”’ ‘Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Corney, ‘‘I can, and what’s more, I will.” He threw open a-door at the end of the room as he spoke. ‘* Here, you, Sam,” he shouted, ‘‘ come here.” And when the half-grown, long-limbed strippling had ap- peared, Philip turned and examined his host attentively. Notat all prepossessing, surely! He was talland thin to gauntness, with a round bullet head, covered with a coarse shock of red hair - his squint eyes were of a greenish color, and his broad mouth was full of great yellow teeth, like fangs. Philip was con- strained to admit that he had never beheld a more evil countenance. | _ But he was too glad of a shelter for the night to cavil at so small a matter as his host’s /out ensemble. ‘“T'll go and see about your supper now,” announced Mr. Corney, as he dispatched Sam to the stables. He left the room as he spoke, and Philip was alone. He drew nearer the glowing fire, vaguely conscious that he was comfortable, and safely housed, ‘‘and for all these things devoutly thankful.” All at once he heard a voice close behind him—a voice which whispered in his ear, and made him start as though he had been shot. Yet he knew that there was nobody, not a living soul, in the room save himself. ‘Philip Randall!” said the voice, and its accents, though Gomichbooks (E(o} =)