Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 109: what you’re looking at

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-~ come.” 5 fs he Pal, Se enh hy a Ph! ie A ar "eh ne ay - all ; i, 4 . aie - ey Ce. MISS DE MONTREUIL DECIDES. “igen he Pipi a ie tg a ae ae te “a Nong 1g A, +’ # ‘ hy The October afternoon was closing ie rainy and raw as Alwyn Bartram sprang from the cab that had convey | saa from the station, and rang the door- bell of his. uncle's gf It was a dull old house, in a dull bath street, pas the a -. noises of the city coming far and faint—doubly - dull this A - wet October twilight. The whole front. of the house’ was. - closed and dark, and the young man’s impatient ring ag to be repeated thrice before an answer came. Then the door g swung back, and an elderly woman looked out. 7 eS “W hat do you wish?” was her sharp query. “Mr. Wylder i is very sick, and can see no one. If it’s a letter, the vcs | ey don’t allow him to read letters any more.” — Rte mee “It isn’t a letter, madame, and Mr. Wylder wae see me. Be good enough to tell him his nephew, Alwyn Bartram, has ~ peed: He made his way resolutely into thé dita hall, a Peer eh i woman’s resistance. But, at the announcement. at his: name, | she suddenly subsided into elvility. | Poe as “T beg your pardon, sir, I’m sure, tor Pm Mr Wille - | nurse, and’ I only aet up to my directions. ‘Bo; many gentle- men try to see him on business, you know, sir, and he isn’t — ee equal to business now. Please walk. in; he expects | sloh oe Es > — ” \. t : fie believe.” a She closed the ‘aur again, and 1‘ Sate Sian jan — self in a long, dully lit entrance hall, bare and bleak, with 2 a re wide, carpetless, stairway at the farther end. (acess, Ht ok: “How is Mr. Wylder ! 2” he asked; “any better! ” as ee 14 “No better, sir; he never will be better again in this w oe ‘ He is sinking fast: he will hardly last the month out. Tf you a will wait here, I. will go up and tell him you have come.” i She left him in the dark, chill hall, ast ascended the stairs. 3 In ten minutes. she reappeared. ah “Mr. Wylder will. see you at once. Fou know his. room, — R sir—please come up.” te A The young man ran up the stairs, along a second halfiit St : hall, covered with a faded carpet, and tapped at the door of yt room at the remote extremity. ea! s A weak, shrill voice called “Come in,” ab opening tho door, he found himself in the presence of the sick: man, upo whose fiat the happiness or misery of ns whole fatire life e- i pended. - tee at rat ee ee ~~