Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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. WELCOME TO THE CASTLE. 41 liteness, without one stolen glance of sentiment, one repressed sigh, one tone made thrilling with deeper meaning than the words confessed—and she though® as she turned her face to the other side of the river, and pouted her rich, red lip, that it was “too bad !” 3 “It must be magnificent! I had no idea it was so fair. I wish we could get a more satisfactory view of it,” burst forth Noyse, striving to pierce with his eager glance the depths of foliage which protected the castle from view. Just then an opening in the foliage revealed a wing and part of the main body of the building. Every one uttered an exclamation ‘of delight ; but the boat swept on so rapidly that it vanished before they realized its beauty. It seemed to be something in the style of the old Moorish palaces; and yet not that, being more lofty and elegant. It was a mixed architecture, but planned by some one of original genius, for it was very beautiful as a whole; to be compared, perhaps, to a warm and passionate love-song, translated from the Italian into words of solid English splendor, and breathed . to a proud but tender English beauty. So it seemed to Pen- non, but the comparison is surely absurd. : “Tt is not like any thing that I ever saw upon the Rhine or in Italy, or in England either,” remarked Noyse, who was a great talker, and always interrupted those silent moments of enchantment which people of more sentiment keep sacred. “T have never seen any thing precisely like it in any book of drawings. I wonder why he called it the castlg! It is not grand nor glowing enough for such a title. I should think—” At that moment the boatman turned the skiff to the shore, and they were in full view of the place, and in front of an avenue leading up to the hall. Soon Pennon stood upoa a block of gray marble placed as a landing at the foot of the avenue, and was helping the ladies out. , The party were disposed to be very gay, but the thought of the dead friend who had passed there the last years of a useless and disappointed life, saddened Pennon. ™ “ Love shall not ruin me as it did him,” he muttered. “Which way?” cried Rosalie, tarrying for him, while the others, all curiosity, lost themselves in the winding paths which branched off from the main walk. comicbooks.com