Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 80: what you’re looking at

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84 THE WRECKER'’S DAUGHTER. for Ceylon, taking you with me. You will not refuse to go, Tangee ?” She thought of Arthur Wade. He had gone away. She did not know that she should ever see him again, much less did she know that he cared any farther for her than to while away a few idle days in her company. Doubtless he scorned her origin, and had already forgotten her. Yet, should she really be the daughter of the East India merchant, she would be his equal in birth, and more than his equal in fortune. It _ might be that under such circumstances he would have some- thing to say which she would like to hear! But, would she accept his love on such terms? If he scorned her, being old Joe’s protegé, would he truly love her, being his equal in rank? No! her pride rebelled. Ah, if it were only jealousy—maddening jealousy—which had driven him away! If, learning the relationship she held to Oliver, he should rush to throw himself at her feet! She blushed with joy at the thrilling fancy. Yet, again, how would he ever learn it? Ah! if he really loved her, he could not stay away. He would return, if only to feed on the sweetness of despair ! “You do not say, sister, whether you will accompany me ?” salt Woulth,Atcnat doe-mlose poudeat ferme ty ‘wait ent®’yon see Mr. Gifford, ascertain the facts, and find whether, even if I be his daughter, he wishes to acknowledge me.” “ He will have to do that ! I will submit to nothing less !” - Cried the young man, fiercely. “I'm your brother, and shall protect your rights. No, no, sister, this unknown father of yours is stubborn and peculiar, but he is honorable. I do not believe that he wronged poor, loving Annee ; he calls her his wife on that paper. That his heart will leap with joy to find that he has a sweet daughter to love him and cheer him in his old-age, I am sure will be the case. I wish he would come over here! _ He is rich enough to retire from business, and I confess I love my native land better even than the spicy island where I was reared, with iis cinnamon groves and “ Write to him, and ask him to do so,” suggested his com- Panion ; then, the tears starting afresh, ee «oan ~ comicbookszcom