Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 38: what you’re looking at

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pecueioeie Ce ath Mrs. Forpiten ‘Darvell for a day or two, and ar gee how it works. It is rather trying to begin the honey- | ee with | your good permission, I’ll light a cigar, and go home.” He took out an inlaid cigar-case, selected a weed, and oe ‘coolly tt. pie _ “Your wife shall go with you, Darrell! '” Peter Fisher ex- Be a arn od, with flashing eyes. “By all the furies, I am not to fh be baftled by a girl in her teens! Stand up here, you dia- ~ polical. little viper, and hear me for the last time. Will you ; oe go with your husband, or will you not?” a “Fe is no husband of mine, and I will be torn i pieces _ before I go with him!” Estella answered, wildly. et ae) Pat | Sy yee A him, or being torn to pieces by the rats in the attic. I swear by all that is holy, girl, if you refuse to go with Roy- oe _sten Darrell, the moment the door closes upon him, up gar- ret you go, to be starved and eaten alive by an army of rats! Take your choice—freedom and a bridegroom, or starvation | and the rats.” a from head to foot. “Anything is better than that dreadful ee T am not his wife, and you know it. I can die, but I a ean: never, never go with him!” ~~ “Be it so, then!” exclaimed the old man, in a voice of sup- ation fury: “You have chosen. ‘Roysten Darrell, go! She + cape aries by her choice. Judith, woman, light the cap- ies a valet among rats is like, if you don’t. a with ae “you, Darrell! Your bride will not go with you to-night.” and Vl treat you well—I will, upon the honor of an outlaw! De SAERICe ae But at his ESR the shrieks broke out again, ‘and she ‘fled away to the remotest end of the room. a - “Go!” said Peter Fisher, sternly; “waste no more words. Le TH make her repent her obstinacy to the last day of her 3 s y life. ‘Light him out, Judith, and—you needn’t come back.” as SR are a then,” said the captain of the Raven, swing- z round, “since you will have it so. I will live in the hope of fa more favorable answer to-morrow. Good-night, Fisher! | oom, justice with merey—give her a light and a switch to was § gone. J udith followed him out with a candle. Py, “ “ . ‘4 4 \ : Vas ie © ‘ \ : . a 4 7 5 te 80 4 ¢ ¥ ; EY and aren ty 4 ar Ee a te Sea) a ' 4 4x Y al isf fa ye aoe Co — ‘ A i Sah :" ‘ ; va, but what can’t be cured, etc. Meantime, Come—you'll find me better company ‘than the rats in the And so you shall—for your choice lies between going f “Better rats than murderers! the girl cried, trembling “One last chance, Estella,” said Roysten Darrell, starting up and drawing near: “Come with me! You are my wife, an tp Comicbooks ~~ 4 r se = ae 4 — ~ d (E(@)