The Mission of Poubalov — page 211: what you’re looking at

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HIDE AND SEEK. 207 CHAPTER XXVI. : HIDE AND SEEK. Clara’s face was deathly pale, and in her heart anger burned as hotly at Poubalov's ceremonious insolence as it ached with this fresh blow to her hopes. Paul, blue with despair, feared for her, but she had not yet met the emer- _ gency that was too great for her to contend with, however unsuccessful she might be. ‘‘We must waste no time here!’’ she cried stepping quickly forward to the coupé. ‘‘Return to that house, Paul, and search it; do what you think is best, according to developments. I am going to pursue Poubalovy as I said I would. If I do not hear from you before the day is over, Paul, I shall go to that house myself. If you have to go downtown, leave word at Mrs. White’s. Keep that car- riage in view, Michael, but don’t try to overtake it. Good-by, Paul!’’ Her voice quivered with the desperation that had driven the tears to the brink of her eyes, and she hastily entered the coupé and pulled down the window curtains. Thus shut out from view, she gave way freely to her over- strained emotions, her soul seeming to be borne along on a rushing torrent of grief, and she felt that appalling desire, than which there is no more shocking experience of the heart, to throw herself into the arms of the lost loved one and find comfort there. lt was a great day for sturdy Mike. The regret that he hadn’t had time just now to “‘lambast’’ his friend Patter- son, was sweetly assuaged by the fact that he was stiil pursuing the loafer who did the trick to his wheel, and the hope that another opportunity would soon offer fora fine fight. | The chase exhilarated him, and the thought that he (C(O) EOMIIGEDOOks