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Libbey, Laura Jean, 1862-1924

"Mischievous Maid Faynie"


Oh, God in heaven! fall into the gaping jaws of the enraged animal that
was waiting to receive him.
He had led too wicked a life to pray; he did not know a prayer; he could
only raise his agonized eyes to the far-off sky, wondering how long his
awful torture could last-how long he would be able to hold out--how
long.
He felt his blood slowly turning to ice in his veins, and slowly and
surely the dusk deepened and the darkness of another night fell over the
world.


CHAPTER XXVIII.
"SOME TERRIBLE PRESENTIMENT IS WARNING ME THAT MY DARLING IS IN DANGER."

There never was a night so long that another day did not dawn--at
last--and when the morrow's light broke, Halloran was slowly but surely
collapsing--giving himself up to the horrible doom that awaited him--for
the bear had not quitted his position under the tree, nor had he taken
his eyes off his intended victim for a single moment.
As the sun rose, Halloran watched it with dazed, bloodshot eyes,
exclaiming:
"Good-by, golden sun, I shall never see you set, nor witness you rise
again upon another day.


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