Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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OE A FLARE-UP. . | 47 “One never knows when you are in earnest, Mr. Pen- non,” she rejoined, with a charming pout. “I am sure I do not think grief is so very becoming;” and she looked over at Noyse, who seemed to be blessed with a poor appe- tite. [er taunt was more severe than witty, for she had had the triumph of refusing him the previous evening. He was not a fool, nor without considerable spirit, although she had blinded, bewildered, deceived, and scorned him. He lifted a half-angry and contemptuous glance, and gazed at her more steadily than passion had ever allowed him to do hitherto. “Tf Lady Rosalie’ Sloane ever expects to see my body ‘borne before her on a shutter,’ she is laying up tears to dry for want of use. It would be folly to give one’s life for an offering to vanity, false-heartedness, and capricious beauty.” “ How do you dare, sir! One would indeed guess you to be an unfortunate suitor.” Her cheek flushed with indignation. | “JT should not dare to accuse you of caprice or falsehood,” > he answered, with thg,most malicious coolness, “if I did not remember, too well my own peace, the light in Rosalie’s eye, the smile and blush in her cheek, when we sat to rest after climbing that rock at Lake George; and when, embold- ened by her soft and tender look, I—” “Mr. Noyse !” Her face was pale and her look imploring. *_turned to press the purest kiss of love upon a lip I thought as pure, and in that moment tasted happiness which is now to thrill me with an unsatisfied longing for- ever.” = She burst into tears and left the room. Mrs. Fenelon fol- lowed her; Mr. Fenelon muttered “villain!” and went out upon the balcony; Pennon followed Noyse to the front por- tico, and found him leaning, pale and excited, against a illar. ; “ How could you take so unmanly a revenge upon the poor girl?” he asked, almost sternly, of his friend. “God knows I am sorry! I would apologize, but the mis- chief is done. I suppose it was base of me; but the truth is > —_ comlicbooks.com