Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 90: what you’re looking at

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82 THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE. ginian , and she his cousin, too. Now, let me consider the matter and lay out a plan of action. I shall wait a few minutes, yet, just to tantalize this fellow—kind of get him worked up, you know. Then I'll descend upon him after the manner of the Alpine avalanche Senator John tells about. Dll confront him with the proofs of his villainy, and perhaps slap his face, in- viting him to challenge me. On the field of honor I believe I can give a good account of myself. Should it come to a battle royal on the spot, these fellows will see some fun. Atany rate, I’m determined to give him a lesson.”? Thus grumbling, the man from New York keeps his eyes fastened upon the other, and endeavoring to preserve his calmness even while he watches Livingstone grow more excited. At length his eagerness to be at the man reaches a point which will no longer be controlled. He draws in a big breath as though preparing him- self for the conflict. | ‘“Now!’’ he says, takes two steps forward, and comes to a sudden halt. ‘Jupiter! I didn’t take her into consideration,’? for his eves have fallen upon a figure descending the broad stairs, a figure that is cloaked and vailed, and yet which Bob Pemberton instantly recognizes as Gypsy Gordon herself, for there is that in her walk to distinguish her above all others. He feels a cold sensation creep over him—it is as if his flesh had, somehow, come in contact with ice. What does her coming portend? He cannot believe that Gypsy would accept this bold invitation of her GEomichbooksreo im