Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 76: what you’re looking at

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THRICE WEDDED. oe 67 J cannot listen to such words as these, Mr. Moulton; my answer is final. Please*allow me to return to the drawing- room.” ‘‘Never!” he replied, hotly, as he seized her in his arms with a convulsive clasp and rained kiss after kiss upon her white face. ‘‘Never until you yield to my love, my darling. My heart tells me that you are mine—mine by the right of my insatiable love, which nothing earthly can quell. No, no, my pretty one; lie still in these arms, which have ached to infold thee for months—nay, for years; while my tongue has burned to pour forth the story of my adoration, but never before have I dared to approach you with these words. My own, my own, you are about to be torn from me, and [| cannot longer be silent. I cannot let you go; I would die so serve you, and do you think I will let the sea divide us? Never! I willkfollow you to the ends of the earth, and the land where you dwell shall be my home. Dora—Dora Du- | pont, you must—you shall be my wife!” He stopped, exhausted by his-emotions, diough he still held her pressed close to his fiercely throbbing heart. ‘“‘Mr. Moulton, will you be good enough to unhand me? or shall I be obliged to call for assistance?” Ice could not have been harder or colder than the clear, _ frozen tones which fell upon his ear. In an instant his arms dropped from around her, and then they closed firmly across his breast, while he gazed upon her with eyes that almost burned her with their in- tense brightness. Scornfully erect she stood for a moment, returning his gaze with one full of defiance. Her white robes trailed in graceful folds around her; her head was thrown haughtily back, while her nostrils quiver ed and dilated with the virtuous indignation that surged be- neath her heaving bosom. Juno in her wrath could not have been more majestic and glorious. ‘©Your insulting words and deportment, sir, merit but one answer,” she sternly said. ‘Go, and never let me look upon your face again!” ‘‘By Heaven, I will not!” he replied, stung to madness by her look and tone. “Is'there no pity in your heart for love like mine? I will not believe you so cold and dead to all feeling as your words imply.” ae von expected love, or sympathy even, from me, Mr, comick IOOKS (e(0)