"Zounds, Pratt! you won't leave us so!"
"Your five minutes are up," said Wilkins, firmly, lifting his foot and turning the table, with its contents, over upon the floor.
"Ten thousand devils!" shouted Quirk, madly; and
catching up the neck of a broken bottle, he hurled it fiercely at Wilkins, who was approaching him.
It glanced—turned aside by the head-clerk's self-defending hand—and struck Guly upon the temple. With a faint moan he sank bleeding to the floor, clasping his mother's Bible to his breast.
CHAPTER XXV.
| "Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votress in Maronan's cell— Rather through realms beyond the sea, Seeking the world's cold charity, An outcast pilgrim will she rove— Than wed the man she cannot love." Scott. |
"Who rang the bell, Minny?" inquired Della one morning, as she sat looking over a richly-bound volume of engravings, a recent gift from her father.