Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 86: what you’re looking at

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é 88° THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. she yielded tothe romance which surrounded her with something more than content. ; She recalled the story of her kinsman, Sir Walter Raleigh, with whose melancholy history she felt herself allied, and be- lieved this imprisonment of hers was a part of that mysterious link which always had woven her destiny with his, and she un- consciously resigned herself to the position for which she had been destined by her captors, By them she had been abducted, beeause they believed in her supernatural gifts, and Acashee had lent herself to the plan that she might sever her forever from the companionship of John Bonyton. Acashee had been compelled to avoid the Pool ever after the abduction of Hope. She could resign the man whom she had learned to love with a wild infatuation, conscious that he had never returned her love, but she could not resign him to a rival. Blighted in her own hope, revenge took the place of the gen- tler emotion, and the Indian woman felt a sirap delight in commend in her own mind the misery she occasioned an ‘ A party of her tribe having been surprised by the Sacos, and herself taken prisoner, Acashee had again beheld John Bonyton, and felt a revival in her breast of that fatal love which had for years been the bane of her existence ; but when he had recognized her, when he had cut away those locks, as precious to the Indian maiden as the snood to the Highland virgin, or the sealp-lock to the warrior, her hatred knew no bounds, and she resolved, with the consent of the chiefs, to hide herself in the sacred cave of the Pejipscot till her hair should grow a and where she might feast her eyes upon the misery of Hope Vines ; but silence and solitude are great prompters, and she, who had come to reyile and torture, found herself awed in the —— of one whose claims to superior and supernatural wis- she had heretofore met with derisive skepticism. CHAPTER XX. | ' THE VIGIL. Tus passed away many a night and day. Hope waited and watched and hoped, but in vain. Her companion paver relnx- ed her vigilance, but her cold irony, her malignant sneer, had given place to a deference amounting to awe. Hope was calm, ve and taciturn; her old freakisbness had all gone, and in its place was that quiet, burning look, allied only to subdued comicloooks.comn