Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 152: what you’re looking at

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144 ADVICE—AT ONE DOLLAR A MINUTE. BOOKPeLAIREL: Following Destiny to New York. CHAPTER XVII. ADVICE—AT ONE DOLLAR A MINUTE. Senator John, at eight-thirty Pp. M., rings the bell of a modest house not a stone’s throw from the his- toric old church in which Patrick Henry delivered his passionate protest against the tyranny of taxation without representation, and declared that death were preferable to such liberty. : Having ascended the hill, Bob’s stanch friend is almost out of breath when the door opens and light shines upon his face, coming from a lamp held in the hand of a man who, at sight of him, threatens to have an epileptic fit, or drop the means of illumi- nation as he wrings John’s hand, dragging him into the house. ‘‘Remarkable—just received your letter from Den- ver this A. M., and, behold! the man I have imagined among the wild beasts of the mountains turns up at my door in the night. John Archer, there is more than accident in this.”’ The Senator laughs. GComichbooksrecom