Penny Dreadfuls, 1860 · page 52 of 140
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48 ALICE WILDE. “But can’t you say something to encourage me ?” “You g0 ‘long. Better tease somebody hain’t got no ironin’ on hand.’ “You'll repent of your unkindness soon, Aunt Pallas; for, be it known to you, to-morrow is set for my departure, and when I’m gone it will be too late to send your answer after me;” and the young man rose, with a very becoming air of suiutied feeling which delighted her much. “Hil hi! ef it could only be,” she sighed, lodilen after him. .“ But we can’t smoof tings out in dis yere worl’ quite so easy as I smoof out dis table-cloth. He’s one-ob de family, no mistake; and masser’s found it out, too, "fore dis.” That night the family sat up late, Pallas busy in the kitchen putting up her master’s changes of linen and cooked provisions for the next day’s journey, and the master himself busied about many small affairs demanding attention. The two young people sat before a blazing wood-fire in the front room; the settle had been drawn up to it for Philip’s convenience, and his companion at his request had taken a seat by his side. The curtains were closely drawn, yet Alice would frequently look around in a timid, wild way, which he could not but notice. “ You did not use to be so timid.” _ | “T have more reason now;” and she shuddered. “ Until you were hurt, Mr. Moore, I did not think how near we might be to murderers, even in our house.” “You should not allow it to make such an impression on your mind. It is passed; and such things scarcely happen twice in one person’s experience.” “J do not fear for myself—it is for you, Mr. Moore.” ‘Philip, you called me, that night in the woods. Supposing I was in danger, little Alice, pans would you risk for me ?” She did not answer. “ Well, what would you risk for some one you loved—say, your father ?” “ All things—my life.” “There are some people who would rather risk their life than their pride, their family name, or their money. Sup- posing a man loved a woman very much, and she professed to return his leve, but was not willing to share his meager for- Ccomicbooks.com