Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 112: what you’re looking at

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WOMEN ARE WITCHES. 103 sion and’sadness. The bridle lay loose upon his animal’s neck, and she was taking her own pace. Her rider’s head was bowed on his breast, and he was buried in thought. ‘‘Well, old man,’’ began Dick, bluffly. | ‘‘It’s no use,’’ was the dreary response, ‘‘I may as well learn that it’s folly for me to attempt to convince myself that I have forgotten her; I haven’t, and I never can. The sight of her has brought back all the old feeling and made me realize how incomplete my life is without her. Dick, I am madly in love with that girl and try to deceive myself as I may, her image is not effaced from my mind.”’ Dick heaved a deep sigh. But something he had seen in her face, as they passed, compelled him in honesty to make this reply: ‘Is it so? Who knows, then, but all may yet come right between you? You recollect I have never ceased to beg you to have patience. ”’ - Inwardly, however, he muttered: “Tt is of no use for a man to attempt to undo the work a woman has done. They are witches who burn the earth wherever they set their feet. Good Lord, deliver me from their clutches. ’’ (©) im