Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 67: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ae , , ‘j d i ) , ts iy ‘ j 4 a i Ve { f sf a fy) 4 A : ie ? a ue j ies ‘J - hal his - Ay ; r fy ” ‘ 4 3 | j . a i ta} : as a a : |) fd 4 P; ’ ; " 4 . 7 ' LF . i P ioe i §2 Ra | Estella’ s Fi “ht. “toh Dien Abia itva fhe | t. NG ; pa Wise Fa ie hd, | af Noy the ne open, and I one in. and hie bat . fe ell ic oes ug before I knew it. Don’t be angry, pies = ton tic rink AB have done any harm.” _ Deen eae ae “Good Lord!” cried the young farmer, “listen is her a ae harm! Why, you'll get your death, whoever an r ial SAR i hee young girl sleeping in such a place as that! Why the di ens didn’t you come to the house and ask mother ¢ to let y stay there?” foe iy Estella lifted her eyes for the fist time Sthae aa hetic yo ANS i Fay Hania brown eyes. It was a rough face, this young j using Be 4 but a good one, and two kindly gray eyes stared at her in. frank wonder. Then she looked down again, and a tore, flitting color rose in her pale face. “I had no money,” she said, simply. — “How could 1 ask ” “Money be—darned! We hides ck keep an inn, “What's = your name?’ vise ae ie : a “Estella Mallory.” air ks a ae te es ee And where do you come fran? tO) can Be war Cte “From Rockledge,” answered the girl, in 1 whose truth ‘al nature deception was unknown. ~ | 1 ofr Coe curated _ “Whew! You don’t mean to say you’ ve > walled ‘ee that Pe? 2: “And aa are you going, “pray? gr patna eo ae Brooklyn, if I can. Iam trying to find, my y friends S = “Fave you friends in Brooklyn?” ie ae “T have friends farther on Please let me ‘pass time I was going.” ee A “Not just yet,” said the young man, resolutely; “not with out your breakfast. Here—come along!” : sae ey a He led the way in long strides without more ado. stella at 1 ‘a ifs Sn CTS me be. . ef - : Vi + 17% ¥ og & Cus seek SE a farm-house, through shies open dose she pat seo a bounteous breakfast-table spread. —_—. emia 4A A comfortable-looking matron ‘met them at ‘the door, a — gazed wonderingly at her son’s pale companion. ~«_— Wha Tbe “Here, mother,” said the young man, Soive hier ‘irl: a breakfast. She’s going on ‘to Brooklyn, and—didn’t I hear Me 3 ' you say Deacon Miles was going up to Brooklyn. to- “day i Bd “Yes; but he’s gone, I reckon.” MOP yee “T’ll step across and see. Go in, my girl, and. eat your breakfast. You look as though you needed it. - J ake her comfortable, mother, and don’t bother her wid ¢ uestionS ~—_ until I come back.” © Ri N a ace , He strode off, whistling. The woman loolead) at her s protégé from head to foot, but not unkindly, whilst poc Estella hung her head, mortified and ashamed. be | Oy “Come in,” said the woman, gently. “Your 0 Joc - bes out. Here, sit down and eat as smi as you @aM.” : ere, Say: com -books.c é * Pi 4 , A i A i Saat ‘ss } 7