Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AFTER YOU. 63 the women folléwing; and it was notable that every womun turned her face and looked fully at the handsome outlaw, and the cheek of every woman was observed to turn, not pale, but to glow with a rosy blush. Lastly, the minister came slowly down the pulpit-stairs, and walked down the aisle, and then John Bonyton strode forth, and walked, in a slow and stately manner, up the main street of the village, along the river-bank, and up the mour- tain gorges, No man dared lay hands upon him. The Sagamore of Saco was no ordinary man, and the men of the times felt it. Tradition is yet rife with legends of his ‘ great beauty, his tall, manly physique, like that of the handsome King of Israel, head and shoulders overtopping the rest of the people, while his lonely but unfrequent smile wore the power of fuscination. CHAPTER XIII. A LIKING FOR MISERY. Mistress Bonyron at length found repose where the weary _ are at rest, and Nancy gave her hand, in due time, to the godiy “youth, Ephraim Higgins, who, stimulated by his wife, made many ambitious attempts at public prayer and exhortation, but, being deficient in that fervor or ostentation of character essential to “freedom of utterance,” our Ephraim was fain to give over these public aspirations, and content himself with the “amen,” which marked his indorsement of the sayings ef others. If the truth must be told, Nancy not unfrequently nudged him to hold bis peace even jn this, because of the said amen having fallen in the wrong quarter, to the no little mor- “fication of his wife. Perseverance was a rose so guarded with thorns, that no Man had the courage to pluck it, and she may have some- titnes caused Nancy some discomfort by alluding to persons and €vents which might as well have been buried in oblivion, For instance, she was fond of marking an event thus: % F 7 .comichooks Con