Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 123: what you’re looking at

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A CONFESS1UN. ; 121 _ “IL have nothing to forgive, my dear; on the contrary, as an nonorable man, I feel bound to aid you by every means in my power. We must find this husband of yours. There is some secret reason why he has been spirited away. Who. knows,” and he tried to laugh, “ but, we may find him heir to wealth ané honors. Such things have happened.” nal “You deserve to be loyed,” cried Virginia, in impassioned tones. “QO! from my very heart of hearts, I thank you—my dear friend, my dear brother!” “There is a carriage stopping,” he said, turning away to conceal a manly sorrow. —_ “It is Florida,” cried Virginia. “Then we will go and tell her the story.” “J can not—I can not,” cried Virginia, wildly... “Her very look would kill me.” ' “Not while I am by,” said Horace Dudley, in the same tender voice ; “come.” At that moment Florida entered. She seemed terribly dis- composed, and started for the door as she saw the two “ Wait one moment, please,” said Dudley, quietly. “ This little girl has something to confess.” . “J know,” began Florida, hurriedly, then paused. : > “No, you don’t know how wrongly I have acted. O! rida, forgive me; I—I—” ar ~ in ae the name?” asked Dudley, playfully, though his voice faltered. . “You mean that you are out,” said Florida, coldly, an Parker’s wife. I have found that d hurried from the room. Horace d, Le Roy. Virginia flew to her ae that- dreary night she saw Park er in her dream could not -bear this burden, and, early in the morning, she repaired to Virginia’s chamber, waked her from her troubled e a ieee 4 Comcloooks.comn) ~