The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 149: what you’re looking at

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140 THE BRIDE ELECT. Florice, and left her to pine into her grave under the shock; and at the thought of that, poor Anthony’s fiery temper got the better of him once more. “Let her go!” he cried, shaking his hand vindictively. «‘She’s not worth our sorrowing and searching after. Let her go, all sails set and a stiff breeze, if she likes. She’ll drift into the whirlpool some time, as she ought to do, and we'll cast our anchor in calm water without her. Ah, poor Buccleugh! heavy ’ll be her reckoning if he founders in this storm!” : When Captain Drummond returned to his woeful house in bonnie Gower lane, there was a stern resolve in his de- meanor. . 7 | He came among his little family and spoke to them allin this manner : ‘When Glencora Calvert was lost to us we mourned for her sorely, and searched for-her untiringly; and that was right, for we believed her worth our grief and our search- ing. But now, I’ve proved it over and over again, that our lost girl whom we-mourned so sorely went of her own free will and pleasure—that she looks with disgust back on her innocent life with us, and that she desires all connection to cease between us. Come here, girlie, your little face is white and thin—you’ll listen to what Anthony says, and know that it’s for your good, will you, girlie? Hester, you are the calmest and most dispassionate here; I’ve always followed your judgment, sister. Well, do you think we’ve wasted enough precious love on an ingrate?” ‘‘T don’t know, brother. Oh, don’t expect me to feel that way!” sobbed Mrs. Ellathorne, quite breaking down for the first time. ‘‘I can’t think of Glennie as any other than what she seemed to us—my heart’s pride—oh, Anthony!” ‘“* But. it’s right!” broke in Jessie Buccleugh, fiercely; “look at these wrecks of happiness—look at my cousin sick to death in yonder bedroom—look—look at Florice’s thin face—realize your own heavy anguish and say if it is just that tears be shed for the betrayer alone. Let us care for our own broken-spirited loved ones, and tie up the loyal circle without envying the presence of a traitress.” Captain Drummond looked at the girl’s fair, spirited face, her sparkling eyes, and golden hair flung proudly back upon her curving neck, and as a remembrance of what he comichooks (E(0)