Penny Dreadfuls, 1867 · page 261 of 300
Roving Jack, The Pirate Hunter — page 261: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Page This is a running prose page from a Victorian penny dreadful serial. The page contains an illustration captioned "Edgworth Bess Intercepts Nat Wetherby" showing two figures in dramatic confrontation, followed by dialogue between the protagonist Roving Jack and his wife Violet, who discuss their courtship and past poverty before his uncle's death elevated their fortune. The page ends with a servant interrupting them, prompting Roving Jack's angry outburst about his privacy being violated.
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ROVING JACK, THE PIRATE HUNTER. ff Zs . evs, = ’ - S22 = , : - — IN lll iN Neo == ————— =~, ¥ Fea mn mT fits Ze = > liane —=—=—— Z EDGWORTH BESS INTERCEPTS NAT WETHERBY. Seated in the above chamber were two indi- viduals, : These two personages were our hero and his be- loved Violet. Hark to their discourse. “ My bright and beautiful one,”’ exclaimed the enraptured husband, “ at last you are my own, and fate, which so long threatened to divide us, has given Violet to me, and vouchsafed sweet smiles where frowns were once paramount.” “Yes, dear husband,” replied she, “ when in our youth, we were poor, there was indeed little hope for us; but when your rich and haughty uncle, the Admiral, died, and left you sole heir of his possessions, a welcome sprang from my father, whose forbidding looks had previously been rife, and his consent given without hesitation to our union.” “J yemember, Violet,” said our hero, Show my searching eye seemed ever bent upon the old man whenever he presented himself before me. «With this,” continued the speaker, “‘ comes a thousand warmer and dearer recollections of my early attachment. How I assisted you at your lessons, dear Violet ; when I brought water to the flowers you had set with your own hand, or accom- panied you in the wild songs of our native vale.” “Yes, and I also remember,” interrupted Violet, “that once when my father looked at your exer- tions with a good-humoured and careless smile, he muttered to himself, ‘If it should turn out so, why it might be best for both.’ ”’ ' ‘‘ The theories of happiness he has reared on these words, for——” . ‘‘The homeless outcast, Roving Jack, has become the representative of an illustrious and ancient family.” ‘‘And he would renounce all glory,” exclaimed our hero, ‘‘unless his beloved Violet was a sharer in such good fortune.” He was waked out of this pleasing reverie by the approach of a servant, who had entered the room “My childish imagination was perturbed at a | without the usual notice. phenomenon for which, for the life of me, Lconld ‘‘ How dare you, sirrah,” thundered Roving Jack, not account. “break in thus upon my privacy !” No. 36. EN he Se oe “s AD PST eG comicbooks.co a