The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 158: what you’re looking at

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THE BRIDE ELECT. , 149 ‘* As these fragments lie in the dust, so lies her memory beneath our scorn!’ aspirated he, between his teeth. ‘Drop her name from your heart, my girl. Let her be as — dead to us. She’ll never more be troubled by those she has deserted.” | And Florice, with her head drooping to her bosom, her face calm and cold, answered never a word, but walked by her guardian’s side, awakened from her dream of trust, through the parish streets and the flowery lane to Lady- Bank. And thus it was that the gem was dropped from love’s circle at last. CHAPTER XIV. THE WRAITH OF STRATHMORE. ‘ The crisis has passed. Alexander still lives, and scarcely ives. | How shall those pitiful hearts that love the wreck of spirited manhood as they never loved its prime, fan the feeble spark into stronger glowing, and hold him still on the earth that had proved too bitter for him. | ‘Off with you to Dysart, and bathe in the healthy brine!’ counseled old Dr. Potion, the merry and wise. ‘“No confederation with the rebel Grief here, sir; get away and fight with the salt foam and the green sea, till you’re too tired to mind aught.” So as soon as he was able to be moved, Captain Drum- mond carried him off to the quaint old town of Dysart, where the walks were fairest and the bathing best, and where quiet brooded like a heavenly somnolence, unbroken by aught but dreams of tenderest nature. The captain located him in an obscure boarding-house, with an old lady of the name of Mrs. Reid, who, from the first moment that she saw her pale lodger steppmg from the Kirkealdy cab and coming to her little boarding-house leaning meekly on the arm of the stalwart captain, regarded him with watchful sympathy and the kind tyranny of a mother’s care. The captain, promising to come over from Edinburgh every day to see him, and, wringing his white, wasted hand with an access of brimming pity, hurried away to hide his GEomichbooks, co