Penny Dreadfuls, 1865 · page 191 of 204
Rose Mortimer; Or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge — page 191: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is an **illustrated page of running prose** from a Victorian penny dreadful serial. The page shows "No. 24" of *Rose Mortimer; or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge* and depicts a scene titled "[THE MURDER OF THE PET PARSON]." The visible dialogue concerns a confrontation between characters, apparently Kate and the Reverend Wilfred Ravenscroft, in which Kate threatens the clergyman with an outraged woman's vengeance ("You shall yet find that an outraged woman can hate as fiercely as she has loved fondly"). The wood-engraved illustration shows a Gothic interior with angelic or ghostly figures hovering above a gathered crowd witnessing what appears to be a supernatural or dramatic moment.
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