Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 78: what you’re looking at

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PRE WHITE HERMIT. is one of the most ingenious men in the world. It is a y that his talents should be lost to the wor.d. I wonder 1at he would give me to tell him what I know? More ae you would, donbuess.” “Take care, Gerard !” _ “T have been revolving the matter in my mind,” said the wilf-breed, slowly, “and upon my word I do not know that L sould do better than to go to him and let him know all about 8 Perhaps I might marry the daughter myself, which would «Suit me well. I” -~- Whatever he meant to say was stopped in its utterance, for _ the iron hand of the masked chief was at his throat, and he was: pane back helplessly upon the sod, where he lay with eyes starting irvm their sockets, making appeals for mercy by signs. ““ Dog; conaille /” screamed the mask. “Do you dare to speak of mairying a a of a noble house? I will kill ag et in time to save ‘the wretch from a deserved death, pas _ sion passed away, and the mask released his hold upon the _ throat of the viliain, who rose to a sitting posture, black in ! 5 face, coughing and spitting blood. = __ What was that for?” he gasped. os “ Death, scoundrel. Do you ask me the question? I have _ &# mind to finish you.” I _ You may have gone too far already, ” said Gerard, with ee hs hand upon his knife. “Did you dare to choke me. Look 1 gece for it may maxe you trouble.” - The mask was not in a position to quarrel ; he saw that he oie , indeed, gone too far. “It was your own fault, Gerard one bn ought to know me better than to think I would endure | f that kind. Be more careful in future.” take me by the throat, you choke me like a dag. Stet for your proud blood? If I choose to boast of hs it my blood i is as pure as yours. A French marquis was my wa father , an Indian queen my mother. Curse you, I am as proud of my ’ plood as you can be!” = at euen” I was hasty, and should not have done it. Let _ J ve 4 AiTtiCe y not be what you wish.” apap But, let me tell Ries eee thie