Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 56: what you’re looking at

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60 - THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. She tried to vBtondy her voice and to speak with playful- ness, but there was a tremor in it despite of her. She didnot look at him as she spoke, and did not see that his face was clouded. es,” he answered, bitterly, “ I did meet my fate, and it is not a happy one. IL wish they had not saved my life. Tt is bie tan io me; it would have been better if they had let_ me dro Kate look ores in astonishment; he was pale and agi- tated, his eyes falling before hers. “ Has Tangee refused you, Oliver ?” was her first thought and question; and she could not help a thrill of joy quicken- ing her own pulse, sorry as she felt for his trouble. The young man walked up and down without answering. Two or three times he stopped before her, opening his ae speak, but resuming his walk in silence. “If you are in any trouble, cousin Oliver, why not share it with me?” How low and swect was her voice—how full of more than solicitude ! She had put aside her own sorrow ee in his. He threw a passionate glance. at her, as sho cab shérey thie last rays of the sun kissing her hair and brow; she trembled beneath that glance, and yet she had not the key whereby to interpret it. “ You are the last person, Kate, to whom I could tell it.” 1 Wah do you mean ?” ’t ask me; don’t speak tome, Kate.” ft Bat I am afraid you are not happy.” A “And would that give you uneasiness?” he asked, adding, hastily,’ “ don’t answer me ; I had no right to ask.” _ tenn eat loves? Yes, it would render me—very mis- en ae I wish you to bebeppy, al thongh I—I never expect to be.” » When she began she did not mean to say: this; anlbiewte: that, with stammering and Sbee tenn, Sees her face in her hands. egact “ Kate !” cried Oliver, @ropping on his knee, end: catching one of her hands. “Go away, please go away, Oliver. Do not comichooksrcomy ee eee