Laura Brayton — page 17: what you’re looking at

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8 LAURA BRAYTON. A few moments after the door of the room opened, and a very pale, yet strangely beautiful face, with great, wild, black eyes, looked in, and in a voice low and sweet as the soft tones of a flute, said: | “What do you wish for, sir?” “Come in here, Laura, I want to speak to you.” Timidly, with a strange, startled look at the man whom Sharp had called Jake Bartram, the owner of the singularly handsome face entered the room, exhibiting. a form which was a model of grace, though rather thin in contour, and clad in very plain, almost common, garments. She seemed to be young—not over seventeen or eighteen, yet her face looked already care-worn. In expression it was a thoughtful, intellectual face, with a tinge of touching sadness on it which would have interested any person of a sympathetic nature. “You have seen this gentleman before, Laura?” said the lawyer. “Yes, sir, | have not forgotten it,” said the young girl, glancing with a cold, distrustful look at Bar- tram. “You will see him frequently hereafter. It is my desire that you receive him kindly as my friend.” “Is that all you wish of me, sir?” “Yes, for the present. You will know more anon.” The young girl made no reply, but glided out of comicboo cS co m