Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 13: what you’re looking at

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WEALTH VS. SCHOOL-TEAC AING. 1 tvok a cannon from the Hotel de Ville, harnessed a horse to it, and led it to the city, holding a lighted match in her hand. Well, I always identify Madge with that audacious female. 1 can see her, her cheeks reddened with anger, her eyes shoot- ing flames, and her red hair flying wildJy in the air.” “ ©, Parker! you know she has not red hair.” “Yes, she has; I call it red—and so lusterless! At any rate, there’s a fiery red tinge about it. Isn’t it lovely here? I could think up a poem,” he added, after a moment of silence. “O! Virginia, I wish I was rich !” “T have heard Florida wish that so often,” said Virginia ; “what good will the wishing do?—not make you rich, “No; but it is pleasant to think what one might do,” he said, lazily, gathering the pine-leaves in his fingers and throw- ing them down in a shower. “No more drudgery of teach- ing then—for, say what you will, Virginia, the mind does contract, shut in a never-ending circle; the same lessons over and over and over; the same class of intellect to interest ; the same faces ; dull and passionless repeatings, like those of a parrot. If they would only show some genius—ask what this is for and why that is so—it would wake up my soul ; for positively it goes to sleep, unless I'can feel that your strange eyes are looking at it.” “ My strange eyes—looking at your soul ?” cried Virginia, in surprise. “Yes, truly—your strange, beautiful eyes. I liken them to wells of exceeding depth and purity, and then .o flames so ethereal that I can see the very thoughts behind them; and your gaze penetrates me—I am jealous of all I say to myself, and feel; for it seems as if you knew” Virginia was looking down ; her heart bounded at this sweet praise. “T thought it was Florida who had the stramge eyes,” she ype by a “ Well, she has, in ancther way—singularly passionate eyes—wells, but not clear and limpid ones—fires, but burning and destroying. What a peculiar being she is! T could admire but never love her.” “Yet she has her good qualities,” said Virginia. =_. comicbooksrom