Laura Brayton — page 24: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 15 Ido not know it, though I have seen many a wan- dering Jew in my life-time.” “No, no, my brother is not alive. If he were he would return to the home where once we were both so happy together. I know I saw his spirit in my dreams. Ifelt in ita warning that I should soon meet him in the better land. I wanted to do what Ihave not done while I hoped he might return— make my will. I came for that purpose to you, but now I will defer it. You do not speak like the friend, to us, that I always supposed you to be!” “Bah! Nonsense. I get wild sometimes, when I think of the past, Mr. Withers, and feel, I scarcely know how, when itis over. That I have been your friend, and his too, the care which I have taken of your mutual interests is proof. But if you wish to desert me now—go ahead! Itis but the way of the world. Gratitude for faithful services is not a fact, it is only an idle name!” “You are wrong, Mr. Sharp, you are wrong. I[ will come again wken we both feel calmer and pleasanter than we do just now. Good-day.” And the stately old gentleman bowed courteously, and went away. “So much for Walter Withers! He knows now that Enoch Sharp has suffered, but he does not | know that he has lived for, and is living for, re- venge. Oh, if he knew all that I know—all—all!” And the lawyer laughed; a hollow, wild, fiendish comicbooks com.