Penny Blood Serial Fiction — page 335: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII THE TEST OF LOVE THE moment that Frank Paton became convinced the form he beheld was that of Juliana, the moment he caught sight of her splendid countenance framed by those massive bands of glossy raven hair, he shrank into the shade of the densest shrub just within the railings, on the outer side of which he stood, so that it screened him from her view. How should he be received? Had she forgotten him? Or, at least, had she ceased to love him? Would she resent his appearing before her? Would she feel annoyed and in- dignant on beholding him in that mean, shabby attire? Such were the misgivings which swept hurriedly through the mind of Francis Paton, and kept him transfixed with suspense and apprehension for upwards of a minute. But no, no, it was impossible! She could not have forgotten him. She could not have ceased to love him. She would not dis- card him because he came in poor apparel. And if she did, why, then the test would be accomplished, and it were better that he should learn his fate than linger on, entertaining hopes which after all would be never destined to receive fulfilment. Now was the moment to breathe her name. She was passing near the shrub, she was barely four yards from the spot where he was concealed. “Miss Farefield — Juliana,” murmured Frank, and he held his breath with renewed suspense. ‘“ Who calls?’ she ejaculated with a sudden start; then stopping short, she swept her bright looks around. ‘“ That voice, oh, that voice — ”’ A thrill of joy shot through the youthful heart of the lady’s devoted lover, for in those accents there seemed to be wafted the assurance of continued affection, of delight, and of hope. $18 Gomilchboo cS (Eo)