Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 65: what you’re looking at

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“Oh, coward, coward! Would that my hands were free for a single moment.” | _“She lied, I tell you. Perhaps she did not know her own heart, but she lied. She loves you, or thinks she does.” — “I wish such a villain could by any possibility speak truth, so that I could have an excuse for believing you,” said Edgar. “If it were possible, you could not bring me more joyful tidings.” “Ah. But I did not come to give you joy. Your trial will be the greater when it comes. I tell you this, so that you may take the rest more to heart. When you get free from the hands of the law, you will go to her, but you will go in vain. She will not be there to greet you.” “What do you mean ?” demanded Edgar, quickly. “ But I forget. You can have no thought in coming here but to make me angry and to lie. You can do Miriam, Connor no harm. She has protectors, before whose strong, earnest na- tures your cowardly soul would shrink affrighted. As for myself, I give you good warning, and you had better take it to heart. Once free from this prison I will follow you and never rest until I have the satisfaction of a gentleman for the insults you have put upon me. Who are you? You claim the blood of the Johnsons, I believe rightly ; but the law will not give you that right.” __ “Twice before this time,” said the young Tory, “ you have said I have no right to my name. I understand your allu- sion and it is true. The blood of a Mohawk chief, old Nickus Brandt, flows in these veins. It is the unforgiving blood of the red-man which makes my cheek a little darker than my fellows. But, when you say I have no right to the name of my father, you lie in your teeth. The insult will “never be forgotten nor forgiven by me. I will see your blood. flow after I have wrenched your heart for the loss of Miriam Connor. I will kill you.” “ Threats are useless,” said the young soldier. “ I have met you, hand to hand, and you aré a plaything to me. Do you think I fear you? But explain yourself’ Are you coward enough to wreak upon a weak girl the vengeance you dare not execute upon a man? Do not dare to injure Miriam Connor, if you value your life at all.” comiclbookssconn