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AGNES; OB, DEAUTY axp PLEASURE. 21) »? * x 9 sy -——- wmale aOR teste lle venwet & 0 hee be geclemte—ces i"; rarer Oe — Ubtath re No, girl” responded Ormsby. But withou¥ entering into any particulars for 10 present I have noither tho time nor the ‘mper to do so-———let mo thoroughly impress you ith the fact that evorything is at an ond betwoen gnes IXvolyn and yourself!” oWharles roeled and staggered two or three paces ackward, as if he wore smitten a sudden blow or ‘ized with a vertigo. He gasped for breath, and is eyes glared wildly; fur Ormsby spoke as if with 1e voice of duom itself. “ And now, sir,” said the nobleman, rising from 9 seat, “I shall take my departure.” “One word, sir! one word!” cried Charles, who as hulf distracted. “Pray tell me who you are! O yy cume as &@ messenger from Agnes? Or y What other right? Oh, 1 knew not that she ida relative in the world !—and surely none other No, &3.—Aanus, = ) > 1 ate. SRE af ete, > ‘ ~~ SNF Sea th we “MOS . 2 ys Se 2 RS Ly . : Pin cm . * . By > SA 4d oe 0 La” ah F, Ys 2 ad Pi SD, ae) oth, - Py “Lh, 23 wc ° . &£ -“f £ Fe tf £ -I~ _# fe idle +, er fod Cf-"e , ? td f TE : oem -f as “a see af 7 om » "hes — » = aie age a lee pee oveealgenimae ‘han a kinsman could havo boen sent with such a }.cssage as this?” “ “No matter who I am,” saia Ormsby; “ you \ ill sooner or later know. But rest assured that | én nob usurping in reapect to Avnos a right \ hich ——_—__” “Ab, then,” cried Charles, clutching ata sudden hope, “it is without the knowledge or consent of £ gnes that you are interfering betweon us!” * Within a very short time, Mr. De Vere,” said Crmeby, “you shall receive a lettor froin Miss Evelyn which will fully confirm the announcement I have made to you,” “ But what have I done?” demanded our bero: “Why am I thus cruelly treated? Oh! not for a single instant can I think so ill of Agnes as to Si Ppose that she has listened to the offers of ans olher who may perhaps be richer than myaelf! N Oy i Canciones pn, —— me coe om Von II. EOMICHOOOKS.Com