Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 93: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE. 85 trusts to his honor, why, there has been no insult given, and a certain individual who goes by the name of Bob Pemberton had better keep his fingers out of the fire. | He shrugs his shoulders and begins to wonder where he had better go to spend the evening and forget all about Gypsy and her fortunes—he even starts to running over in his mind the various places of amusement that offer an evening’s entertainment when he notices that a change has: taken place in the situation. For a minute the Virginian and his cousin appear to be engaged in earnest conversation—she does most of the talking while Guy shrugs his shoulders, makes eloquent gestures, with his white hands, and upon his face can be seen an expression such as a gambler might exhibit when he finds the game almost in his hands. Then the scene suddenly changes. Bob can hardly see how it is done, but discovers Livingstone’s hand upraised as though to ward something off, while over his face has come a look of actual alarm. “Tove! she means to give him the same lesson Rollins and Peterman received,’’ Bob exclaims, for he has seen enough to bring that other event vividly before his mind. Gypsy Gordon again proves that she knows how to defend herself—that she is a girl among a thousand. Yes, she has drawn from under her cloak the indi- vidual whip which beat such a lively tattoo upon the shoulders of the two men who attempted arson at Hawk’s Nest. CE@NAIIE OOOKS (c©) im