Laura Brayton — page 52: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. — 43 “Then you had this policy renewed yesterday” continued the lame lawyer, interrogatively. “No, I didn’t. I never renew policies without orders, do I? You’d break my head if I did.” “Villain! dog! this policy expired yesterday, at noon. Last night the house was burned to ashes. Not even this month’s rents paid, for the month opened yesterday, and the advance was not yet called for. Dog, you shall rot in prison!” Nathan had too much Dutch courage aboard to be terrified by the threat. He had been using his mas- ter’s money in paying toll in the various grog-shops which he had entered in carrying out his orders, “T’m not afeard o’ prisons while the writ 0’ habby corpus isn’t s’pended,” he said, defiantly. “TI hain’t done nothin’ to be jugged for. I’ve studied law for somethin’, [have. Vm not a thief, nor a burglar, nor a—limping brother of Satan, like——” “You miserable beggar, if you weren’t drunk I’d break every bone in your body!” yelled Sharp. “Laura, retire, while I talk to this drunken rascal.” “The drunken rascal got drunk on your account,” erowled Nathan, as Laura left the room. “You send him into porter-houses, where he must drink or be kicked out asa loafer, and then you blame him for getting elevated. I was going to tell you that I had found your man and a woman, too, but since you are so huffy, I’ll keep my news to myself. It isn’t enough fora chap to be on the go Comicbooks con