Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 64: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. — 55 who may seek to do you harm,” her whisper husky with fierceness. “‘l am very*sorry for what I said,” humbly declared Darke. ‘‘ You see—I was so dazed.” _ “You don’t trust me,” with mournful tone and look. ‘* What have I in thehand behind my back? See! Surely I sought not your destruction with that.” Lhe lght was flashing upon the ivory-type, ribbed with pearls, which she had promised him. His face became illuminated. He took the picture. ‘<T have been very unjust to you,” he said, with so much genuine feeling that she forgave him everything then and _ there. He looked at the picture, pleasure beaming in his eyes. It seemed to smile on him. ‘‘These pearls are valuable,” he said. ‘* But it is the picture which I prize.” «¢ And you will never part with it?” eagerly, her red lips apart. <¢ Never,” answered Darke, fervently. ‘‘ But, Leotine, why did you come into my room?” he asked. ‘‘ For the belt?” ‘<The belt?” bewilderedly. ‘*‘ Why, no! I forgot about the belt. You should have given it to aunt.” «Why did you come into my room?” ‘¢ Why?” hesitatingly, and looking very lovely. ‘To put that picture on the bureau, then glide quietly away again.” «‘So that I might be pleasantly surprised in the morn- ing? That was the only reason?” ‘You shouldn’t be so persistent,” her lips quivering. ‘©You were afraid that Tim Jordan might assassinate me?” ) ‘<Yes,” at once, frankly. ‘I not only watched Tim Jordan, but I foiled him,” her eyes lighting up. ‘ Oh, he'll EGOmMmic OO cS (<(0)