Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 17: what you’re looking at

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GOOD-NIGHT. » B Presently one of the little casement windows slowly openid. Out into the moonlight, that wavered like a glory all round it, looked a face dark, beautiful, but, just then, evil. Its flashing eyes, unnaturally large, seemed glancing oyer to where the lovers stood. A full, round bust leaned over the window-sill. “Virginia !” it said, sharply. The, voice was low-toned and by no means musical; yet it was a wierd voice that one would listen for again. “I am here, Florida,” replied the young girl, after a mute caress, springing out of the shadows that environed the two. “TI thought I heard you; come in. It is time that all children were abed.” Saying this, and knowing that her word was ‘hw in that little household, she shut the casement again. There was a whisper or two—among which could be distinguished the words, “She is an ogress”—a clasping of hands for good- night, and Virginia unlatched the little gate, hurried up the flower-bordered path, turned to take one more look at the glorious night, then the door closed her in; and the young man, waiting till he saw the last of the white garments, sighed, turned and retraced his way to the farm-house in which he was “ boarding out,” looking forward to a night made sleepless by that wearing fever and the burning thoughts that consume his soul for want of utterance. comcbooks.comnn