Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XII. A PHANTOM BRIDE. “ The boat was one curved shell of hollow pearl, Almost translucent with the light divine Of her within ; the préw and stern did curl Hornéd on hig e the young moon supine. * * + a * * * * Morn, noon, and even, that boat of pearl outran The streams which bore it, like the arrowy cloud, Or tem or the speedier thought of man, ich fleeth forth and can not make abode. And ever, as we sail’d, our minds were full : Of love and wisdom, which would overflow In converse wild and sweet and wonderful, And in quick smiles whose light would come ead go.” - SHELLEY. As we have said before, there soon came a day when the picture was finished. When that last touch was given which renders all further touches desecration, Pennon looked up with a yearning, regretful look into the eyes of Clematis. She saw from his expression that the portrait was completed, and arose. “Will you not look at it?’ he asked; but she shook her head and glided toward the door; moved by an uncontrolla- ble impulse, he stretched out his hands supplicatingly, but she shook her head again, opened the door and flitted through, a brief instant to give him a farewell glance. He felt that she would return no more, and was resolved to end all this mystery at once, if possible, by following her. Passing into-the hall, he saw her descending the stairs, and pursued her out into the avenue, through the catalpa-grove, the rose-garden, over the lawn, into a thicket of laurels, and from thence into thé grotto which formed his boat-house. He was surprised to find her so familiar with all the labyrinths of the grounds. She never once looked around, but glided on with the noiseless step of a spirit. When he reached the grotto, she was just stepping into a little boat which he had comiclooks.com