Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 45: what you’re looking at

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. THE PRISONER. 49 grasping the nobleman’s band, said, fervently, and with a . spice of mischief in her words, and manner, as well: “Lord Lionel, I thank you; you are a noble man, and I do not wonder that Salome loves you, even if you are an Englishman.” After a few more words of conversation, Lord Lionel took his departure, promising to see the ladies again at no very dis- tant time, and bidding them hope that all would be well, with those they loved so well. . Taking a street that led him into Broadway, he turned into that thoroughfare and walked rapidly on to Ann street, where he again sought his own residence. CHAPTER X. BAGGING HUMAN GAME. A sHorT while after dark, of the night following the day . of the interview between Lord Howe and the Hermit of Hell-gate, a man was pacing moodily to end fro in the small room of a cottage, situated upon the banks of East river, at a point about a mile distant from the site whereon now stands the new post-office of New York City. The. cottage was small, but comfortable, having a yard xround it, encircled by a white paling fence that inclosed about an acre. Before the front door was pacing a sentinel, his musket at a shoulder arins, and in the rear, and upon either side of the cottage, could be seen other soldiers on guard, all “most, at- tentive to the duty devolving upon them, which was to keep under their eyes the prisoner confined within the bouse. ~ With bold tread, but with head bowed down, the prisoner kept ‘up his never-tiring walk, lost in most gloomy medita- tions, for well did he know that his life hung by a slender thread, and that a few more suns might rise and find him deed, hung as a spy to satiate the British army. ~ “3 The prisoner was a man of fine presence, and soldierly in comiclooks.conm