Laura Brayton — page 32: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 23 Brayton, his reputed ward. He had no thought that whai he was telling so willingly had been cunningly led out by queries from the stranger. The latter lost every game, and paid for all the lquor without grumbling; that was enough to satisfy him, and if the liquor did not capsize him, Bartram was willing to sit there and play and drink all day, and all night, too. But his head:was weaker than his will, and after awhile he began to grow drowsy, and at last he fell asleep in his chair, with his head resting on the table among the dominos. Then the stranger, who had given his name as Engilkee, arose from his chair, and settling up his score, left the house as quietly as he had entered it. With all the information which he had got from Bartram, he was exceedingly careful not to give much information regarding himself. Comicboo cS (eo)