In Search of an Unknown Race — page 256: what you’re looking at

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S43 VAN. CHAPTER XXXVIE CONCLUSION, Every person excepting Flores himself started to his feet. But all eyes were turned from the newcomer to the giver of the entertainment whose face was of ashy hue, as falling back in his chair, he stared in horrified silence at Van Briscoe. The latter, with folded arms, regarded him steadfastly. ‘‘Who the doose are you, intrudin’ into a private room?” demanded young Goldwin, who prided himself on his muscle. Bristling up like a bantam cockerel, he stepped forward with outstretched hand to grasp the collar of the rash intruder. A moment later, the gilded youth was sent spinning half way across the room by what may be called a re- verse action, Van having seized hzs collar, before the other could accomplish his own intended purpose. ‘Will you send away your visitors? I want to speak to you alone, Flores,” calmly remarked Van, as young Goldwin picked himself up and ruefully regarded his dress coat which was rent from the neck to the waist. Flores, whose white lips had moved once or twice though no sound had escaped them, pulled himself together. ‘‘T’m—I’m sorry,” he said, helplessly, as he looked EOE LOOKS. eC)