Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 16: what you’re looking at

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18 THE SAGAMORE OF 8ACO. shading eyes of wonderful brillianey and depth of expression. The whole aspect of her beauty, while it was artistic, would have presented also the idea of something preternatural, even to those less impressible by such things than the Indian. We will now resume the thread of our narrative. CHAPTER IIlI. SORROWFUL MISGIVINGS. Scarcety had Hope doffed her wet garments, and wrung the water from her hair, before she was summoned to the presence of her lady mother. It was a pleasant group, that of the accomplished family in the large hall, around which hung old portraits brought from England; the demi-armor still worn by the gentlemen of the day; the knightly sword, and shapely steel corslet ; trophies of the hunt, and imple- ments of the chase; belts of wampum, and models of birch canoes; bows and flint-tipped arrows. It was a silvan, stately room, such as taste, enterprise and thrift only could furnish forth in a family struggling to overcome the barbar- isms of a new world. In a stiff, high-backed chair, with cushions at her feet, sat the elegant matron of the household; her handsome daughters, each with book, music or broidery in hand, were gathered near her person, as if the companionship were mutually pleasant. In the embrasure of the window, looking out upon the - Pool, with the long reach of ocean in the distance, sat Sir Richard Vines himself, the perfection of manly grace and noble bearing, but now his brow was slightly contracted, and an uneasy flush was upon his cheek. _As little Hope entered the room, he held out his hand to her ; she sprung forward and threw her arms about his neck. The knight returned her caress, and patting her cheek ten- _ “ Go to your mother, child.” © commiclooolks.comn