Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 39: what you’re looking at

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HAWK’S NEST. 31 —he has undergone a terrible strain and may faint in the saddle, which I must say he sits well.” ‘‘Oh! Bob’s from Old Kaintuck—but what you say is well put—I’ll keep close by him—he’s too good a fellow to neglect, miss.’’ ‘‘T’m inclined to agree with you,’’ isall she replies, but during the ride back to the lodge in the forest senator Jolin notices that Gypsy guards Bob on the left even as he does on the right. Little is said cn the way, but considerable thinking is doubtless done, for the elements brought together in this hour of danger constitute what promises to be one of the most peculiar dramas ever played in real life—a drama where the forces of human intrigue are arrayed against each other for the possession of a prize. Now lights are seen ahead. ‘We are there!’’ exclaims the singular girl for the benefit of the one she fears must be sorely tried. They draw rein. The so-called forest lodge appears to be quite an extensive array of buildings; being perched upon a rock, it has received the name by which it is known through the country round about. A hawk’s nest inhabited by two doves—strange anomaly indeed. Here are lights and comfort—behind lies the dark forest, and far away the glow of the receding conflagration. They dismount and servants take the horses away to the stables. Bob Pemberton wearied as he is looks around in wonder at the astonishing sight. Every- thing is perfection—an abundance of money and the Gomicbookssco iim