Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 65: what you’re looking at

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THE WORST. rs) She smiled through her tears at the pleasure it seemed to give him. “Tell me truly, love—are you sorry ?” “Q! Parker, how can you ask ?” she cried in a broken voice, “ And if I should see it was my duty to jeave you, perhaps long years—for it may be, darling, I can get nothing to do here, and I think I am sure of a situation jn the place of my birth—still you would not regret ?” “Don’t leave me, Parker”—the lips were grieved as those of a babe. “J would not, God knows I would not; but—Virginia, I am ill.” She looked up with new alarm. “There is something the matter with me, love; I can no tonger conceal it from myself. You see this burning color, which seems, sometimes, fire, eating in to the bone—you do not see my hours of suffering—when the pain forces great drops to my forehead. I must prepare you for the worst, as rn less excitement, I might get over these unfavorable symptoms ; but, if I do not, for your sake, as well as my own, I shall try a voyage, somewhere, in search of health. I only say, per- haps, darling. It may be that I am giving heed to my fears since this trouble has come ; let ug hope it is so—and let us be that you have been weeping.” ; “Let them,” said Virginia, passionately; “they may say and think what they please. Parker, I am your wife; I will not be parted from you. Let us go somewhere together ; I will work and help you.” “My poor little darling—you do not know what you say. It would break your mother’s heart, and—” “Q! I had forgotten mother,” cried Virginia ; “but, Parker, I can not live in this miserable way. You have given me & new cause for alarm. ©}! Parker, of long, dark nights, I shall keep awake and think you are dying. You need nurs- you need care. Come and stay with us—Florida wc Yield, when I tel’ her [I think she loves me some, come— comicbooks.conm | EE 4