Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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62 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. _ She was awakened by the stopping of the steamer to wood at a little village dock. She was on the side nearest the shore, and as she looked out of the window with sleepy eyes she saw quite a number of passengers and an immense amount of bag- gage, waiting on the wharf to come aboard. They were a distinguished-looking party to be gathered together at so re- - mote a little village; and with the curiosity of youth Clematis raised her head to reconnoiter them. Just then one of the gentlemen handed a lady across the lank. She was young, beautiful, and richly dressed; and lematis heard her speaking in a voice silvery sweet: “Wait, Lulu, Pennon will take care of you.” And then she saw who this gentleman was who had as- sisted the lady on to the boat. She felt too weak and ill to meet him then and there in the prasence of all that company; she knew that she would be- tray agitation not becoming to her pride, and she arose and sought her state-room with hasty steps, reaching it as the new- comers entered the cabin. , Mr. Percy had likewise seen Pennon enter, although not perceived by him. After the boat was on its way and the late arrivals comfortably settled, he went into the cabin to speak with his young friend. Pennon met him with a glow of surprise and pleasure, but not without an agitation he was pained to see, for he had heard from his daughter's own lips that she had refused him. They walked out upon deck to have an undisturbed talk. “ How is Mrs. Percy and Clematis ?” - “My wife was well when we heard from her last’. Clematis is with me? Did you not see her in the cabin ?” “No, I did not. I do not think she was there.” . “She has gone to her state-room, probably, to lie down. She is hardly fit to travel, but I am anxious to get home with her.” “Has she been ill?—has she recovered -her voice ?—what is the matter with her ?” “Thank God, she has recovered her voice, but—” “Ay, thank God !” murmured Pennon. “But she has never seemed so well since that unhappy night. I have been trayeling with her for her health, but she Pi comiiclooks.com