Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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~ 84 . THE EMERALD NECKLACE. As they arose from the table, Pennon said to his host and hostess : . “The stage passes here to-day at ten o’clock, I believe. I will not further trespass upon your bounty, but go on my way, not without a very sad heart at leaving you in this sor- row. I shall be in the city very soon, and shall consuk the very best physicians upon your daughter's case, and write to you their opinions.” “We are very sorry to part with you,” replied Mrs, Percy, touched by his evident emotion. “ We have learned to re- gard you as a friend, and hardly Jike to part with you at this sad time. I should love to have you regard this as a home, if you can be happy in staying longer.” “TI can hardly think I am going away to know no more of the friends I so fortunately chanced upon. We may meet again. But now, if I had no other reason for going, I should hurry away to find what can be done for your daughter. Can I see her, to say gqod-by before I go ?” . Mrs. Percy told him he could go to her room in half an heur. He spent that time in pacing up and down the garden- walk. As he went up-stairs into the ante-room communi- cating with Clematis’s room, he heard a voice speaking rapidly? and saw that the door was ajar. He had no intention of lis- tening, nor any idea that any thing private was being said with open doors, and was not to blame that the following sen- tences reached his ear as he went forward: “You have probably thought, coz. that your prospects of marriage were injured by your misfortunes—that Clematis Perey would not be as attractive as hitherto—but with one, at least, it is not so. I love you more devotedly than ever—I should love you to distraction if you never spoke anothet word. I have come to comfort you by offering to marry you. Will you have me? Speak—or no, write—I mean write what you feel—two or three dear words—that you will be inine. Here is the pencil—write !” Pennon went softly back, and waited in burning impatience for the coach to make its appearace. “T must go and say farewell, though—this will never do. It will Jook very careless or very ungratefcl. I wonder if that cousin is out of the room yet! I wonder if she accepted him! commicloooks.corn