Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 69: what you’re looking at

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THE ABDUCTOR AND HIS VICTIM, 71 Preston, at your service, Miss Vale; one who has loved you does how, and always will.” crhaps there was something of mockery in his tone as the SHicer spoke of love; for, at his words, Catherine grew pale, and visibly trembled—her courage, for the moment, gone. “Do you then guess,” said Preston, seeing that Catherine Would not or could not speak, “ who it is that has shown him- Self 80 solicitous for your welfare? Foolish girl! you reject My offers and think you can toss me off as a child’s plaything ; Ut You shall find me one not to be thwarted.” | Sob was the only answer. Such asob! It went to the heart even of that unfeeling profligate. Tears sometimes effect What a world in arms could never accomplish. The - fart of the British captain was moved—he had not expected Cars. But it was only for a moment; then the old flood of Passion rushed over him again, and the good angel of pity was driven scornfully away. He grew haughty and bade her be Silent. ‘Then burst forth: “ Girl, better for you to have died than to haye done as you have. Wantoning in beauty as ‘You are, you have led me on till I made a fool of myself—till I was mad fnough to actually dréam of allying myself to one 80 far beneath me in rank; then, curses on it, you tell me to leave you, that I can never be beloved, casting me aside with as little ceremony as if I had been an old garment. Now hear me! Mine you are, body and soul. Mine till, tired of you, I throw you aside as recklessly as a worn-out coat. Weep over it. Shed bitter tears; but so it is, and no Spark . of pity shall show itself. As you had no pity on me, thus it Shall be returned; and that tenfold, my country beauty,” , ~ In the man hissing out these sentences, it would have been difficult to recognize the one who had whispered so many Soft words in woman’s ear—who seemed, to the casual ob- ‘ever, to be the true gentleman, well-bred and:courteous at the heart. He had spoken too much, however. All the 'repidation in the heart of: the girl was now gone; the.true Woman had come back to her, and she was now daring enough | to €ncounter a dozen such wretches. “You tell, sir, what is untrue, when you insinuate that I ver did ought to inspire you with a passion for me. From © first moment I saw you, I feared you, and my forebodingy comicbooks.com