Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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64 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. from care. But she loved to dream idly in this mighty soli- tude, letting her fancies flow and ebb with the sea. With the water rolling in, and breaking almost at her feet, she sat there, holding the volume open in her Jap, her white dress falling about her.as if one of the sky’s fleecy clouds had settled around her, and her black hair borrowing a more in- tense blackness’ from the light thrown through the purple flowers which wreathed it. All unconscious was Tangee of her own graceful attitude and appearance. . Unobserved, she thought nothing of herself, but after drinking in the cool breeze from, the salt water and watching the sunset clouds brighten, her eyes fell on her book, and soon she was completely absorbed in the melodious. woes of the “ Lady Shalott,” read many times before, yet beautiful as ever in its freshness. In a clear. voice, which had. been Fare to exquisite expression, she read aloud : “From underneath his helmet flowed Tis coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. om the bank and from the river He flashed into the chrystal mirror, “Lizza, Lizza,’ by the river amg Sir aramaconandl a mellow voice took up the burden, so near her that it seemed in her very ears Forte she left the loom, ree, Tangec’s-siastied glance, met, that.of.a stranger—a young man in a skiff, who, rowing idly along, had dnccereed Sana bnPNOt aie in Det-aeveahaadbed dalded - COLMIC OO <S.COM