Laura Brayton — page 197: what you’re looking at

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188 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XL. AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. Moodily, Enoch Sharp sat down and looked at Joe, as the latter, after taking several lengthy pulls at the brandy bottle, related in full all the particu- lars of the day. The latter had just concluded the narration when there was a ring heard at the door-bell. “Who can want anything here at this time of night?” said the lawyer. “'They’re after me for stickin’ the woman—that’s what’s the matter!” cried Joe. “But they sha’n’t have me. I’ll die first!” “ Hide—they’ll ring again—hide! cried Sharp. “Where?” asked Joe, turning white; for if the recent deed was brought home to pu lip knew he must swing. “In my large safe. I see no other place. Noone can enter that without the key, and no one shall find it on me.” “Quick, then, and open it! I hear them ringing again.” In a moment Sharp threw open the door of a safe, in which Joe could stand upright. The latter step- ped in, and Sharp closed the door. Then he hid the key under the carpet, and went to open the door. He left the hght on the table, and went- to the front door in the dark. A man, wrapped ina large cloak, and a female, closely vailed, stood on the step. ‘comicbooks co