Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 138: what you’re looking at

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130 THE FLIGHT OF THE EAST-BOUND EXPRESS. ‘‘Tosephine Armitage going East on the same train —it looks cloudy,’’ remarks Gypsy. ‘In the car beyond, two confreres are seated, with a table between them, having a friendly little game of euchre. ‘This in the smoking department.”’ ‘That must be the bright little Frenchman, Mon- sieur Merle, and our Uncle Corneel,’’ says Bob, nodding. ‘Which concludes the list,’’ from his wife. “Not quite. There is another sleeper back of us. The berths are nearly made up. As I passed along a head was thrust out, a hand clutched me by the arm, and a voice well remembered said, ‘‘Porter—oh! beg pardon—confound the luck!”? Bob laughs heartily. ‘““Of course that was——”? ‘““My dear Virginia cousin, Guy Ljivingstone,’’ his wife puts in, sweetly. “Bless my scul, this train must be made up of Gordons for Gordonville. Are there any more of our friends, the enemy, on board, Senator John?’? ‘I believe that completes the list, though perhaps I might add toit. There was a fellow in the day smoker put me in mind of the fellow Miss—I mean Mrs. Bob punished so thoroughly at the lodge in that vast wilderness—one Ralph——”’ ‘‘Oh, come, now, Senator, you’re stretching it a point too far. I beg a halt. You’ve already given us a list that might demoralize most people. Evidently, there is little of accident about this matter and plenty of deep design. We are not through with our troubles VEtioe Gomichooksscom