Laura Brayton — page 173: what you’re looking at

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164 LAURA BRAYTON. nant as well as sympathetic, moistened the lady’s cheeks. “You have suffered poor child, you have suffered, and not you alone, from the acts of that infamous wretch. But your triumph, my triumph, is close at hand. One day more must we remain quietly here—one only—and then boldly shall an appeal be _ made to justice for the rights of the widow and the orphan. Yet, perhaps, one lives; but I will not hope for that happiness, or allow myself to dream of that which cannot be.” The lady was interrupted by the appearance of one whose face, marked by a deep red scar on one cheek, was unknown to Laura. “Well, captain, how does it go above?” asked the lady. “As well, madam, as we could wish for the present. Sharp has dismissed his miscreants; all the others have gone except Bartram, who is stupid: ly drunk, and so remains. Sharp vows he will not be driven by terror from his room, and we must use one more effort to terrify him. If he sees the spirits of those whom he thinks, years ago were sacrificed to the spirit of his revenge, it may be more effectual in striking terror to his soul. He thoroughly be- lieves the house to be haunted. There will be no risk in your doing a part which can be easily pre- pared for. Every hinge and spring is so oiled that the hidden doors can be opened and closed without noise, and his terrors increased. It is to him a punishment more torturing than any other now in our compass. He will be weakened in body and mind, and be more ready to succumb under the weight of startling evidence, which will move aside the power he has so long held to do wrong.” ¢€o comicbooks