Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 201: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE AT THE WINDOW. 193 ‘Yes, Old Reuben, bless him,’’ whispers a voice in Bob’s ear—Gypsy’s voice. ‘“What can we do?”’ asks the lawyer. ‘After him—it will be strange if a demented old man can outwit two such men.’? ‘Yes, Pll follow him to Richmond—to New York, if he goesthere. I know now what he is after—it has all dawned on me suddenly, and I’ll live to defeat his plans. ”’ The boastful manner in which this is said excites the blood in Bob’s veins, and he can keep silent no longer. : ‘*There’s one mings you fail to take into considera- tion, Colonel Gordon, and that is—myself,’’ he sud- denly says, passing through the door and appearing before the astonished trio. ‘Who are you?’’ cries the other, failing to recog- nize Bob on the spur of the moment. “Tt ees ze man zat marry ze heiress—Mister Bob,’’ says Monsieur Merle, in consternation. ‘Well, what does he want here ?”’ ‘‘Beoar !—zere he is—ask him.”’ ‘(Rasily answered—followed you here to prevent you from injuring old Rudolph—arrived just in time to find you had been baffled by fate. As to my right here, my wife owns this property, and it is you who are intruding—you who ought to be kicked out of the door.’”’ ‘¢Sir, Iam a Gordon—a Virginian.”’ ‘And J’in a Pemberton—a Kentuckian,”’ ONE Bob. “Should you dare to put your words into execu- GComicbookssco im