Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 84: what you’re looking at

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, Her skin was just as fair as his was dark, and it was evi- dent that she had ‘oo Italian blood in her veins. ‘* And what was that, my dear?” the fond look still in his eyes. ‘¢ Vascar shall sit for his picture to-day.” Vascar was the name of the little boy at her side. ‘“T have no objection, my dear. Nay, I rather prefer that he should;” and Mr. Cassandra playfully caught at the tassel on his little son’s cap. ‘‘ If we had had a photograph of Leotine,” a vibrating sad- ness in her tone, ‘‘ we could no doubt have found our lost DARKE DARRELL. child long ere this.” ‘‘Hardly, my dear,” shaking his head, sadness also touching his voice and face. ‘‘ Leotine was never brought to America.” ‘*T believe that she was,” answered his wife, though not in a contradictosy tone. ‘‘ I am just as sure that I saw her face through a street-car window as I am sure that I am looking into Vascar’s face now.” ‘<You forget that we spent weeks and a fortune, almost, yet failed to prove your assertion to be correct,” reminded he. ; ‘¢ We despaired too soon,” was her reply. ‘‘New York 33 is a large place. «And a great many children who may look very much like Leotine, especially when seen through a street-car win- dow from the sidewalk.” A look of vexation crossed her face, but she made no re- ply. She passed out, holding her little boy by the hand. ‘¢ Pedro, see that the door is well secured,” she cau- tioned. They left the house together, Mrs. Cassandra accommo- | dating her step to the slow, rather feeble step of her hus- band, and the little boy talking vivaciously, and pointing hither and thither, Eomicbooks (E(e)