Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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98 THE EMERALD NECKLACE, “But I haye been remarkably free from nervous diseases— ~ you see what a physique I have !” and Pennon threw back his shoulder and expanded his broad chest. “T must ‘make a note of it’—perhaps I can explain it by the time I see you again,” said the physician, taking out pencil and note-book. = CHAPTER XIII. A LETTER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. ““T say, in the season, Of fair May, in May Fair, there can be no reason | Why, when calmly absorbing your dry toast and butter, Your nerves should be suddenly thrown in a flutter, At the sight of a neat little letter, address’d In a Woman’s handwriting, containing, hilf-guess’d, An odor of violets, faint as the spring, And coquettishly seal’d with a small signet-ring. But in autumn, the season for somber reflection, When a damp day, at breakfast, hegins with dejection, The whole case, believe me, is totally changed And a letter may alter the plans we arranged Over night.” - Owen Merepirs. Tue morning following upon his interview with the doctor, the chore-boy brought Pennon a letter, who was expecting no message, because he had not Jeft his address with any of his friends. He recognized the dainty chirography with some surprise, some vexation, and that ineffable complacent feeling which diffuses itself through the consciousness of men when they suppose a beautiful woman is making an advance to them. “T thought Rosalie was cured of her folly,” was the flatter- ing comment, made entirely to himself, with which he broke the seal. The letter gave him a different opinion of Miss Rosalie Sloane from that which he entertained when he commenced its perusal. It ran thus: “FRrenp Pavui:—lIt has always been a mystery to me, why sensible men like to make fools of themselves. You have dis- commiclooks.corn