Laura Brayton — page 91: what you’re looking at

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2 LAURA BRAYTON. did not count the contents of the pocket-book before he thrust it into his pocket. | ~. “Does he come here often?” | “Not very. Ihave seen him three or four times.” “What is his name?” “I donot know. I heard a sailor chap one day call him captain.” “If you'll find out for me where he stays, so that I can see him without his knowing it, I’ give you ten dollars.” | “T’ll try,” said the barkeeper. Then Enoch Sharp buttoned up his coat and went away. “It is; it surely is Ben Hawk,” he muttered, as he walked along toward his own house. “Alive, when I was sure that he and his secrets were buried together. And a deadlier foe I cannot have. He means evil, too, or he would not avoid me. Itis strange that he should have fled toward my house, the old Withers’ homestead, when he ran away from my pursuit. Iran so fast that I was almost up to him when he vanished, as if in the air, by the old wall. But I will hunt him out. Joe once on his track and there will be no mistake. And this mys- terious woman. Whocan she be? The dead can’t rise from the grave, or it might be one whom I might well dread. But she—she is dead. The child only lives of all three upon whom I swore yen- geance. And her doom is at hand. Linked toa drunkard and a gambler—one who will make life a curse—she will not last long. She gone, Walter Withers gone also, all the property mine by deeds and papers which no one will live to falsify, I will be the richest man in Baltimore; and then—then I will, all hideous as they call me, place some fair comicbooks com