Part 90 (1/2)
Brandon clang to her He would not let her go She wept there upon his breast, and still e rolled on, behind them came the other; on for mile after mile, round the bays and creeks of the sea, until at last they reached a village
”This is our destination,” said Brandon
”Where are we?” sighed Beatrice
”It is Denton,” he replied
The coach stopped before a little cottage Asgeelo opened the door
Brandon pressed Beatrice to his heart
”For the last ti He helped her out, catching her in his arround Mrs Cohts were burning in the cottage
”This is your home for the present,” said Brandon ”Here you are safe
You will find every thing that you want, and the servants are faithful
You may trust them”
He shook hands, with Mrs Compton, pressed the hand of Beatrice, and leaped into the coach
”Good-by,” he called, as Asgeelo whipped the horses
”Good-by forever,” h her tears
CHAPTER XLVII
ROUSED AT LAST
About this ti away,” said the latter, after the prelih now to resume my search after Beatrice”
”Beatrice?”
”Yes”
”What can you do?”
”I haven't an idea; but I hetti certainly did not look like a ainst one like Potts Thin, pale, fragile, and emaciated, his slender forue which he , and he spoke confidently of being able in some mysterious way to effect the escape of Beatrice He had no idea how he could do it He had exerted his strongest influence, and had come away discomfited Still he had confidence in himself and trust in God, and with these he determined to set out once more, and to succeed or perish in the attempt
After he had left Despard sat moodily in his study for some hours At last a visitor was announced He was a ave his naarded Despard for solance in silence At last he spoke: ”You are the son of Lionel Despard, are you not?”