Penny Dreadfuls, 1866 · page 274 of 276
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# Page Analysis: The Smuggler's Bride This is a text page containing the concluding prose of a serialized Victorian penny dreadful. The page shows the climactic ending of a shipwreck scene—the narrator describes being thrown into the sea during a violent storm, nearly drowning, and awakening on a beach where a peasant has rescued him. The narrative then shifts to reflecting on the fate of a character named Emily and the death of Rob Markham, whose body was found and buried. The page ends with "THE END," marking the conclusion of this installment or serial. The text emphasizes melodramatic loss and melancholy reflection typical of the sensation fiction genre.
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270 ofthe waves as they broke on the plunging hows of the vessel, leaving a gleam of lizht, strange, and! shiftiny., Towards eveniie a Calin came on and br fell asléepybut) it was, a déceittial calm, oily a prelude to a tearful storm.|.'6 » lowtola yt ere Sta oils bieee 2 f J was awakeiied -in' the dawn with a fearful: noise’; . chain=plafes, clenched boits and iron: stantheonsidnew Jike pliant» wires s strong fastenings and stays were torwiaway-dike'tlhread,'and,masts;‘s!irouds and spars crackling before the furs of the wind, like dry recds: in summer, were blown clear out of fhe ship, dver the High weather-rail clea into; the sea, the Strongest sail stood not a moment in the bdlt- rope, a deadlee ‘shore rose betore ns, and behind: the undine, the spiritiof the waters imrage and in fury and in tempest; rode on the neck of.theeXcited billows, and with tremendous force was lashing the tortured edges in! huge mountains of water, masses) of clouds black and 'portentous rosé out: the sea, accompanied by heavy gists of wind; the sup appeared and his rays fell slanting upon the gathered billows, asthe black and whirling ministers of the storm rose in: the zenith. ; pit! 1o8 Jcould do nothing to assist; the sloop was perfectly unmanagze-~ able, amere log on the waters. and when the next heavy sea struck THE END. - THE SMUGGLER’S BRIDE, 26 SEBS Dagind oFvi toma a ; her quarter, gave-an expiring lurch and pitched headlong; I wa§ stained and) drowning; a chaos of confusion was upon me, above Yoes-ahitaroondtme. gi by Joly ho Je) deny ous ree <1 was clioked with the body of water that filled the sinking ship, and suffocated amid the hissing’spray that fell in’ blinding showers : land was near, but like the water before Tantalus, seemed receding from my view 5) a. buge* wave cime on/and buried me beneath its gigantic bulk. How I was saved I knew not, but 1 awoke cit Phe house of a peasantmear the coast, who found me'lyimg on the beach, and thought [-mimht recover: ATK. ) 29 VR ~ | felt‘truly grateful for his kindness, and we walked towards the Weach, where was also thrown the body of Markham; we dug a grave for him, where he rests in ‘quiet, far from the home he made so.happy. © © | 3 fos What became of “Emily I) know not, but she can never meet a truer heart or braver spirit than he who sleeps in his lowly, grass- quilted hed., By 5 Spray I yet carry on the warin this world, but hope'when my time is come, to be laid near the haven which containg the shell of Rob Markham’? | ; ot : . _- : } rH Gomicbooks.com