Laura Brayton — page 112: what you’re looking at

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His Hee RSE Se STS Dh Ns aS ak dire Nac a ‘2 otal Shae ok : ' t ir iF . y a Pe LAURA BRAYTON. 103 CHAPTER XX. LAURA’S RETREAT DISCOVERED. Weeks are like years sometimes. A whole life-— time of memory, it is said, will sweep on the mind of a drowning man; and what changes are made on the ocean of life in a few brief days, the change from calm to storm, from safety to wreck and ruin! But I have no occasion now to moralize, or look into philosophy. A space of three weeks finds many alterations in our drama of Baltimore life. We will note them rapidly. : Almost a shadow of his former ugiy self, his face thinner, sharper, more fiendish than ever, his eyes deep-sunken in his head, so nervous that he started at every sound, Enoch Sharp sat in his library. As he looked frequently toward the door, impatience expressed in his glance, it would be inferred that he was expecting some one. Suddenly, without noise, the door opened, and Joe olided in. : “Well?” in a tone of inquiry, was all that the lawyer said. “What do you say well for, when nothin’ goes well, boss? I never was so long on a track before. You are bewitched, your house is haunted, and ’m getting as good-for-nothing as a woman’s last year’s | bonnet.” Joe growled out these words. Eomicbooks col