Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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8s THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. was, was not fayorable. She knew to-night, however, that he was talking of Herman, and strained her attention to the utmost that she might listen. But the tones of his voice, so soft, so silken, so monotonous, struck unpleasantly the vibra- tive chord in her heart. She did not ask herself why; indeed, she was scarcely conscious of the feeling, so occupied was her mind with various matters. “It is getting quite dark, I will order lamps,” said Mrs, Goreham. “Oh, if it makes no difference to you, madam, it charms me to sit in this soft, meditative twilight. I dislike the garish lamp, and you may see, perhaps,” he touched the spectacles, lightly, “that I have a sufficient reason. Five years ago, I was sun-struck, and in consequence, I suffer much with my eyes, indeed my sight is quite indifferent,” he added, patheti- cally; “I fear that in time I may lose it altogether.” The words and the voice drew much upon the sympathies of the two listeners. “T presume you have many fine walks around here,” he said, a moment after. “Very many,” Mrs. Goreham, replied; “we of the house, however, confine ourselves to the farm. We have several pretty copses, and Mr. Goreham has laid out private roads that are well shaded, so that we never have need to use the public highway, except for the carriage.” ~ “How large, may I inquire, is your farm, Mrs. Goreham ” asked the stranger. “I am making a few statistics, as I go along, for my own private journal.” “This west part of it, thrown into fields, woodland, and grazing ground, comprises some two hundred acres, the south- erly part, under cultivation, is about forty acres, | think,” re- plied Mrs. Goreham, unsuspiciously. “Mr. Goreham has ar- ranged a very pretty park, that opens from the public prom- enade, which he used to throw open for visitors to the place, bat they did so much damage to his choice trees, that he closed it up a year ago, and only now and then, v1 applica- tion, allows a few persons, of whose principles he is sure, to enter.” Minerva had risen and left the room. “That young woman is your daughter, I presume,” said comiclooks.com