The Yankee Champion — page 159: what you’re looking at

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152 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. just as good as sold you my soul, and now you want my life. Take it if you can get it!’’ As Luke closed this meaning soliloquy he entered the kitchen, where he found Helen waiting for him. She had thrown on her cloak and hood, and she had also prepared a smali bundle. | ‘‘Are you ready?’’ asked Luke. ‘Yes. Let us leave this place as soon as possible. | This roof has given me shelter from the storms of heaven for twelve long years, but God grant that I may never enter it again,’’ she said, earnestly. “Then come. We must hurry. Silas Ryan may be back before long.’’ Luke gave the trembling girl his hand, and half lifting her along he hastened from the house. He was not long in reaching the water, where he had left the boat he had come in, and having lifted Helen on board, he jumped in and pushed off. Within two hours he hauled the boat up on the opposite bank, and having assisted Helen to the shore, he started off toward the dwelling of Simon Goodhue, which stood only a short distance. “Gideon, Gideon! My brother! Oh, where is he?” cried the blind girl, as she entered the kind old Quaker’s dwelling. ‘“‘Here, my sister,’? murmured the boy, as he sprang forward, and caught the lovely being in his arms. ‘‘Safe, safe, sweet sister.”’ The old Quaker and his wife stood by and wit- nessed the scene. They saw the tears course down those young cheeks, and they heard the soft, sweet, heart-sent murmurs of thanksgiving that arose from those two pure souls; and they wiped their own eyes as the warm drops of sympathy welled up there, | | Gomicbooks.co