Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 54: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. 47 CHAPTER IX, HAUNTED. ‘*T want my wife !” It was the voice of Gabriel Black. All the softness and silkiness had gone out of it now, and it was harsh and com- manding. ‘* Gabriel Black, beware!” The ghostly, sepulchral voice seemed to proceed from the forest near. Black started, and grew deathly pale, and trembled so vio- lently that he could scarcely stand. It was the same voice that he had heard before in the pine woods, on the opposite side of the river. He pushed back his damp hair from his cold brow. ‘‘T begin to feel that I am haunted,” he muttered, wildly. ‘¢This is not the first time that I have heard that voice. Can it be % He hesitated, and said no more, but his face grew slowly paler, his eyes were dilated with horror, and he looked like a man bereft of sense and reason. ‘‘Go back, Gabriel Black !” cried the voice again, ‘‘ Dare to harm one hair of that poor girl’s head, and you will be ‘7? punished Black was very superstitious, and believed firmly in the su- pernatural. He sank upon the ground outside the door of the hut, and cowered there. But the devils which raged within his wicked heart were only quieted for a time, not silenced forever, and ere long the old mocking light came back to his black eyes, and he rose to his feet. ‘‘Let me in, Mrs. Conway.” he commanded. ‘‘I have something to propose to you—an arrangement which will end this contention, and bridge these difficulties. ” Eomichooks (E(@) =)