Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 51: what you’re looking at

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—_— THE LAWYER’S oFFICE. 19 ._ “There’s a furren letter come for you last night, post marked London, England. I sent my boy right away with it —I ’spose you got it last night with two other letters.” “TI received them all,” replied Florida. “ ’t often furren letters from such a long distance comes inkling of their contents—but he was doomed to disappoint: ment. Florida preserved a dignified silence, and frowned at the man’s impertinence. It seemed an unreasonably long time till the coach was ready, but at last the driver mounted the steps, reins in hand, Florida was helped in, and away rattled the old stage, almost the only one that railroads had not superseded in that section of the country. The drive was a rapid but agreeable one; several ladies took the route at different points, and all were affable and conversational but Florida. She seemed wrapped in a pleasant, but, at the same time, far-off reverie, and did not notice the quéstioning glances of her companions, who wondered who that proud, beautiful creature could be. At last the vehicle rattled over the stony streets. Florida was set down at the destination of the coach, and, after a few mimutes of rest, took - her way to the central part of the city. Walking rapidly onward, she did not pause till she found herself opposite a block of tall houses, ornamented with scores of signs set off by fiery colors. Attorneys at law, judges of courts, private offices of banks and railroads, conglomerated in gilded conffision. Seeking for the name to which she had been directed, she was soon seated in a handsome office, wait- ing for the lawyer who was in rapid conversation behind his desk-urtain. Presently two gentlemen emerged from the Biche in which the desk was placed. One of them was a thin, sallow-cheeked man, her lawyer; the other was tall, portly and Very handsome, though apparently over forty. Both started ~“ @ood-morning, Mr. Burney,” said the tall gentleman, as if suddenly le ae Se 7 * conmicldooolks.conn