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LAURA BRAYTON. | 115 For she had already learned to love Laura, seeing so much of her with Annie. “Come, I have no time to wait! Laura, get ready!” said Sharp. “Oh, sir! you will not let him drag me away from here! I donot want to go with him. Heisa bad man, and only seeks to make me wretched.” Laura made this appeal to the landlord. He was a good man. Her innocent looks, her sobs and tears, all told in her favor, and touched his heart, but Sharp had not only told a specious story, but had exhibited papers of such legal strength, that, had he been inclined to listen to the appeal of the poor girl, he dared not do it. So the good man only shook his head, and said: “Poor child! I pity vou!” “Come, come! Hither gather up your clothes or ~ leave them. I will not trifle!” cried Sharp. “A carriage is at the door to take you home, or, if you resist my authority, to prison!” Poor. Laura ! There. was ane ROLE in that threat to her. Pale, her tears drying up: in the intense heat of her agony, she silently tied up her few dresses, and kissing the weeping mother of Sammy Gienh, pre- pared to follow her inhuman persecutor. “Tell dear Annie how wretched it makes me to leave her!” sobbed Laura, and she was gone. “Oh! if my Sammy was only here, that wouldn’t have been!” said the good old woman, as she went - back to her own room. Eomicboo cS