Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 155: what you’re looking at

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146 DARKE DARRELL. ‘‘You-are not glad to see me, Leotine,” he said, holding out his hand. | She took it rather listlessly. ‘‘ You did not answer my letter,” she said. Only four days had passed. ‘Tt was very kind in you to write,” Darke said, looking steadily at her. ‘‘I read ita dozen times, and I’d never care to part with it. I did not answer it, because I did not know where to direct it, It bore neither date nor address.” ‘‘TIs it possible that I was so stupid as that?” she ex- claimed, her natural fervency returning to her. ‘‘I no- longer blame you, and I am glad to see you,” her soft little hand closing tightly upon his. The gentleman who was with Leotine was Mr. Kendrick. He coughed. and approached the young couple. Leotine introduced Darke to him in a lady-like manner. ‘“You know I spoke to you in my letter that I had found a pleasant home, and pleasant friends,” she said, looking at Darke ‘‘I mean Mr. and Mrs. Kendrick.” “Did you write to—to—him?” Mr. Kendrick asked, looking at Darke. , | ‘* Yes,” replied Leotine. “You didn’t mention it to me,” a displeased look on his ace. ‘TY didn’t think it necessary,” replied Leotine incisively, and a little haughtily. is I have been looking for you for days, Leotine,”’ Darke said, In an under tone. ‘I am to have the pleasure of restoring you to your father and mother.” ““T'o my—my—parents?” faltered Leotine, not knowing whether to feel sorry or glad. “Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Pedro Oassandra. ‘That scoundrel had taken your father’s name. They live in grand style in New York, and have a little boy named Vascar, whose re- semblance to you is remarkable. | Ecomicbooks.com