Beautiful but Poor — page 219: what you’re looking at

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210 BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. From the first stepped two men, and, arm in arm, they came under the arch, and never knight of crim- son cross looked so happy as did the younger, paler _of the two, when he looked up and saw those words. But they could not pause—others were hurrying on behind and in front. He saw her at the door, and with a wild, glad cry, he was in her arms. ‘“‘Georgiana—mine at last!” “Yes, yes, my Harry, thine forever!’ A moment’s sobs of joy broke on the air, but then, arm in arm, they went on, while an unseen orches- tra played a brilliant march of joy and triumph. And then, in the great parlor, darkened outside, — but blazing with light within, without waiting for more than a few words and whispered greetings, before the friends of bright days and the true friends of darker hours, Georgiana Lonsdale was married to the returned exile—to the man for whom she had dared her parents’ anger, whom she had so nearly lost—by his own fault, and who had come back to her redeemed. Edward W—— stood at his right hand, Lizzie Le- gare stood by her dear friend, and the ceremony, brief but impressive, was perforined. When it was over, all moved out to the banquet hall, and though no wine colored the cloth or tempted man to fall, a- more delicious repast was never served. After it was over, at Georgiana’s request, her hus- band, noble and proud in his true reformation, told the listening guests the strange, strange story. He, that old attorney’s poor clerk, had met and loved Georgiana, the only child and heir of those rich parents. They had scorned him, for they had higher views for her—drove him from their door. She, in her love and pride, had yowed to be his, and to- cComicbooks (e(o) a