Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 25 with, when I heard the seund of a horse’s hoofs coming slowly towards me, and pres- ently looking out beheld a man approach wearily on a mud-stained, travel-worn steed: He wore a breastplate rusty and tarnished, and round his head no other covering than a rag stained with blood. His face was ashy white, and he looked near dead ; but though much astonished at his dismal plight I knew him for John Gold, the blacksmith’s son, a good friend of mine, and sharer in many of my youthful mischiefs. I called to him out of the hedge where I stood; but though he started and looked upon me with great vacant eyes, he rode on wearily up the hill without a single word spoken, nor did I see him again, until, some weeks after, he was taken out in the village by Colonel Trelawney’s men and incon- tinently hanged, to my excessive grief and horror. When I returned to the house I found all in fearful confusion. The men and maids, pale and dazed, swearing or weeping; my grandmother beside herself with grief. And it was not for along time that I could learn comichbooks.com