Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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PENNON’S SOLILOQUS. 45 not with his hand and name. This latter shall never be. I will not add my own to the frightful list of unhappy or selfish or unprincipled marriages. I have dreamed of a marriage of soul and hearts—a union of the noblest and most spiriiual— one purpose, one love, one hope for the future—a marriage as blissful as never ending—a marriage for to-day and not the less for eternity. O Clematis! why didst thou disappoint me in this dream! Wast thou cold? coquettish? wayward? I can not decide. I only know that thou didst cruelly, destroy the hope that I had built from thine own sweet, spiritual smile. If I did not see love in thine eyes, such as my sou! wildly craved—if I did not see love in thy blush, and hear it in thy voice, then indeed did my self-approbation make me blind and deaf. Why am I ever living over in memory the moment when thy refusal fell like a stone upon my heart ?— like a stone above a grave, it lies there never to be lifted—” His melancholy reverie was interrupted by the fall of the lightest foot, the rustle of the richest silk, and looking up he met the smile of Miss Rosalie Sloane, as she swept, in the charm of her fresh toilet, down the magnificent staircase. > * comlicooks.comn