Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 270: what you’re looking at

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262 NOW MONSIEUR SMILES—BUT— “‘T’]] see you in a warmer country than this first,’’ roars the undaunted old Virginian, though his cane no longer waves with the velocity it did at first. At seventy-five one’s muscles will wane in power, even though the enthusiasm may still remain. ‘‘My quarters are very comfortable.’ ‘“‘Gammon, sir.’’ ‘We have an easy riding coach,’’ advancing a step. ‘“‘Keep back!’’ and the cane cuts the air within an inch of his head, causing him to dodge. ‘But, my dear sir, you must not defy the law. Now, boys, take the old fool,’’ and as the others suddenly close in, Squire Gordon is a prisoner. Panting, he surveys them, undaunted still, and were he twenty years younger they would have repented their rashness in assailing him. Ruth wrings her hands in anguish, and appeals to those who witness the scene, for help; but they have seen the document the doctor holds, and dare not interfere. She cries in deep distress: ‘Will no one put out a hand to save him??? ‘‘Now’s your chance,’’ whispers Craig, chuckling. ‘‘Madame, your appeal is notin vain. Count on me. Who am I? Your daughter’s husband.’ She utters a low shriek and clasps Gypsy in her arms. ‘‘Re- spected mother-in-law, I salute you—command me,’? EOMMIELOO KS.EO©