Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 45: what you’re looking at

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MUSBAND AND WIFE. 47 upon the intruder a look of surprise and terror, and mer A : a slight exclamation. Ward rose to. his feet, and gazed at her in wonder dnd uncertainty. He had suunoved that the room was unoccupied, but here was @ woman before him, an antoganist with whom he did not know how to deal. .When iis eyes had become accustomed to the light, his uncertain gaze changed to an earnest expression of interest, and he bent oe and looked inquiringly at the woman. For her part, her eyes brightened with a look of recognition, but her cheeks flushed, and her brow darkened, as if thoughts of fear and trouble were mingled with the recognition: At last her lips parted, and she spoke to him in soft and mausical Spanish. “Ts it you, sefior? William, is it you?” “Tt is me, Anna. Is this indeed you?” replied Ward, in the same tongue, which he spoke without the peculidfities of pronunciation which marked his: use of his own lan- guage. “ This is something wonderful ; where have you come from? How do you happen to be here ”” “Jt is wonderful and unexpected to me, Anna's y had no thought of meeting you here.” “* Did you not come to seek me, then se “No; I was trying to getaway from this place,” | de not know what you mean. But you speak tenderly, and there is no cruel look in your eyes. Do you hate = sefior ?” “ Hate you, Anna? I have never hated you. Why do wi ask ?” “They told me that you hated me, and that yo had sworn to kill me.” “They told you lies,” | . “ Are you still my husband ?” “Tam. ‘Come to me, Anna.” “The woman’s face brightened with iors as she wieiing ites. ped forward, and the husband and wife, after a long separation, were folded in each other’s arms. “T have much to explain to you, now that I have learned that you do not hate me,” said she, smiling through teats ; CoOmmiclooOolkks.Cconn