Penny Dreadfuls, 1866 · page 141 of 276
Ivan the Terrible; or, Dark Deeds of Night — page 141: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Page This is a **text and illustration page from Chapter LXIX** of a Victorian penny dreadful titled *Ivan the Terrible; or, Dark Deeds of Night*. The page combines an engraved illustration (captioned "The Attempted Suicide") showing a woman at a window gesturing toward a man below near water, with serialized prose continuing the narrative. The text describes a woman named Jessie hearing a man singing outside her chamber window at night. She recognizes the voice as belonging to Arnold, a waterman who previously helped her escape from somewhere called "the Forge." She calls to him from her window, and they conduct a brief, hushed conversation in which Arnold confirms her identity and their prior connection. The page number indicates this is installment No. 18 of the serial.
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THE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. CHAPTER LXIX.—(eontinued),. Night came without change or fresh adventure. She retired, sick at heart, early to her chamber. She had not been there very long before she heard a voice not far from her chamber window, singing in a low tone. She could only catch the two following lines, which ap- peard to be the burthen of the song :— " **T am pale, and sad, and lonely, Waiting only, love, for thee.” These words were repeated so often, that their sense attracted the attention of Jessie. She immediately remembered the promise of the waterman, who, in a whisper, had promised to lend aid when called upon to do so, She at once determined to ascertain if this was the same man who had borne her and the nobleman hither, and had proffered services which appeared peculiarly addressed to her, Her heart beat high with hope. No. 18. NOTICH—Anether Engraving (to be presented Gra She remembered the man’s name, and gently unbarring her casement, she leaned ont into the biting air, and in an under- tone, cried, “Arnold! Arnold!” There was no response. The voice continued its long, dirge-like burthen, and after a few minutes’ pause she repeated her call, The voice ceased, and all was still. She again breathed the name, and some one replied, ina voice scarcely louder than her own, * Who calls on Arnold?” ‘‘T—the maiden you bore hither with your master. I am here imprisoned ; and, good boatman, I would beg of you to furnish me with the aid you promised when you brought us hither.” 7 ‘Hal When was this?” “ This is the second night since it happened.” “Tremember. You escaped from the ‘Forge,’ and your name is Jessie! Is it not so?” ‘80 of preparation. Dueroya7y tel fete) eS (COM