Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 157: what you’re looking at

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145 DARKE DARRELL. ‘‘T should suppose that I had,” Leotine said. “ Of She I am willing to see my parents. If I donot like them ‘You can run away,” completed Darke, laughing. « That’s what I would do, if I didn’t like them.” «¢ And yet you would accept the reward,” Mr. Kendrick said, with an attempt to be severe. ‘‘ Vertainly,” replied Darke. ‘‘Only to present it to you,” in an undertone to Leotine, who gave him sucha swift, pleased, passionate look that he could recall it for months afterward. They separated. In the evening Darke called at the residence named on the card. Mr. Kendrick answered the bell, and conducted him into the sitting-room, and Darke noticed that he seemed much disturbed. ‘‘Leotine has settled the matter herself oe the present,” Mr. Kendrick said. ‘She has run away.” “T fancy not,” a scarcely perceptible sneer in Darke’s tone. Mr. Kendrick’s face flushed; and he drew himself up haughtily. “Do you mean to say that——” “No, I do not,” interrupted Darke. ‘‘She may have disappeared mont your knowledge or connivance, but she never ran away.” Darke was positive, because of that glance which she had given him in the store. “‘ What is it that you mean?” asked Mr. Kendrick. Just then his wife came into the room, a look of deep concern in her face. ‘“‘George, she is nowhere to be found,” she said, clasping her hands, then for the first time noticing Darke. ‘“* My dear, this is the—the—Boy Detective,” introduced Mr. Kendrick. She bowed and shot Darke a keen glance, the expression comicbooks:com