The girl uttered a great cry.
"Great Heaven, _you here, August Bordine!_"
And then Rose closed the door and leaned heavily against the wall.
[Illustration: HE SNATCHED THE HAT FROM HIS HEAD, AND BENT HIS FACE CLOSE
TO HERS.]
CHAPTER XXIV.
A NARROW ESCAPE.
Not a word passed between the two for some moments. The man glanced up
and down the street uneasily, then resumed his hat and said:
"I am glad you recognize me, Rose. I have been wanting to see you for a
long time."
"You have risked your life in coming," she said. "Surely you know that a
large reward rests against you."
"I do, but I am willing to risk life to see the one I love--"
"Hush! Mr. Bordine," cried the girl, huskily. "I wish to hear no more of
that."
"No? Then you believe the stories that are handed about that I am a
murderer?"
There was a bitter tone to his voice that did not fail to have its
effect.
"Don't ask me, August," she returned sadly. "I have no right to think on
that subject, it is a question that rests between you and your God.
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