Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 164: what you’re looking at

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158 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall, | She was mounted on a sorry-looking old steed, and gazing out towards the village with eager eyes, as if in expectation of some arrival. Ah! what a pang of jealous rage transpierced my heart as I realized that it could not be for me. As my footstep grated on the gravel of the road she turned and looked at me with an expression of anxiety, I fancied, certainly with no shade of recognition. I cannot paint in words how beautiful she seemed to me, as I stood, my pulses singing in my ears, my knees trembling beneath me, striving to find voice to address her. I had left a dainty, winsome child; I found a - stately, radiant damsel; and the change, though anticipated, and often in the past years conjured up before my mental vision, was overwhelming in its visible actuality. ‘¢Is—is Edgar Roanoke at home ?” I stam- mered feebly, at length. “You,” she said, hesitatingly. ‘‘Yes. Do you wish to speak with him ?” “Yes,” I answered, gathering courage and self-control from her unmistakable failure to comlicbooks.com, :