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entered with Peterby at his heels.
"Oh, Beverley!" he exclaimed, tugging nervously at his whiskers,
"Barry's gone--most distressing--utterly vanished! I just happened
to--ah--pop round the corner, my dear fellow, and when I came back
he'd disappeared, been looking for him everywhere. Poor Barry--poor
fellow, they've got him safe enough by now! Oh Gad, Beverley! what
can I do?"
"Sit down," said Barnabas, "I think he's found." So saying he turned
and followed Mr. Bimby out of the room.
CHAPTER LXVIII
CONCERNING THE IDENTITY OF MR. BIMBY'S GUEST
It needed but a glance at the huddled figure in the comfortless
little attic to assure Barnabas of the identity of Mr. Bimby's
"poor young friend"; wherefore, setting down the candle on the
broken table, he crossed the room and touched that desolate figure
with a gentle hand.
Then Ronald Barrymaine looked up and, seeing Barnabas, struggled to
his knees:
"Beverley!" he exclaimed, "oh, thank God! You'll save her from that
d-devil--I tried to kill him, b-but he was too quick for me. But
you--you'll save her!"
"What do you mean? Is it Cleone? What do you mean--speak!" said
Barnabas, beginning to tremble.
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