The Argosy — page 73: what you’re looking at

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THE ARGOSY.) The Miller's Revenge. 63 “Still clinging to the bars with both hands, she turned over one shoulder a white face, and eyes dazed and full of despair. She hesi- tated, and the same termble threat, deeper and harsher than before, echoed through her brain; and there was something in the voice of the man who uttered it that told her it would not lack fulfilment. The bars seemed to be drawn out of her fingers, rather than her fingers to quit their hold of the bars; and, with a faint cry for mercy, she fell back, a shivering, frightened heap, on to the piled-up sacks.” MY LOVE. They call thee false as thou art fair, They call thee fair and free— A creature pliant as the air And changeful as the sea : But I who gaze with other eyes— Who stand and watch afar, Behold thee pure as yonder skies And steadfast as a star! A star that shines with flickering spark, Thou dost not wane away, But shed’st adown the purple dark The fulness of thy ray : A rose whose odours freely part At every zephyr’s will, Thou keep’st within thy folded heart Its virgin sweetness still ! T. ECOMiIcoOolxs.cO©