Love at the Loom — page 247: what you’re looking at

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“Locks and bolts are nothing to me here. This is my ' house, girl. This was a place that could not be taken from me by a doting old man. This is my house, and I know its ways. I did not come by the door.” Her hatred of the beautiful creature trembling be- Ws fore her was such that it made her incoherent. But Goldie gathered enough to understand that there was a secret entrance to her room. “Why—why did you come here, Mildred: ” she asked. - “Why did-I come? Ha! ha! ha! I came because my bitter, undying hate made me wish to see vow alone, where no one could come to interfere. Do you not tremble to see me? Does not your heart throb with a fear and horror too awful for description? Do you not quake with a terror which yons worst fears cannot define? Answer me!” Goldie now stared at her unexpected visitor with a new alarm. It began to dawn upon her that Mildred was not mad, but animated by a terrible hatred. It was this that shone in her baleful eyes, quivered in her hissing voice, and showed itself in the meaning of her furious words. “Mildred,” she cried, “tell me iiat you mean! Why have you come here at this hour to say such things to me? What is your purpose?” Mildred Unmasks. = 243 © Mildred laughed bitterly. Comicbooks:.c¢o m