Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 14: what you’re looking at

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al e % Ff ’ 1 12 MYRA, passions slow and calculating, but all the more grasping for the deliberation, with which, like well-trained hounds, they were let free from the leash of his strong will; “Well, Louisa, how is the lady this morning ?” “Oh, she am about de same, Massa Ross—no danger of her going off dis bout anyhow,” replied the negress, turning her head on one side and moving a palm-leaf fan before her face, with an air of self-conceit that made her auditor smile, spite of his pre-occupation. : “She just had a little fainting spell when I come out, but it won’t last long—no danger !” “ Has she had any visitors this morning—has he been there, Louisa ?” “Dar, now, you ask me dat, Massa Ross, just as if he didn’t come ebery morning of him life.” “ Then he has been there,” rejoined the man, “and left her fainting, Tell me, Louisa,—oh here is the’ Napoleon that I promised.” == “There, that am something like Massa Ross,” and the ne- gress tied the gold in a corner of her handkerchief, and thrust it into her bosom. “ Yes, he was there a long time.” “Well,” interrupted Ross, évidently getting inpatient, « tell me all that passed, word for word; do not forget alook ora syllable—and another gold piece is ready when you have done. And the negress, thus stimulated, told him all. That scene of tender anguish—the struggle of love and pride which she had witnessed in the sick chamber—all was related; and oh! how its exquisite pa bs touching dignity was desecrated by the vulgar mind and coarse speech of that slaye woman! Ross listened to it all, his face changing with every sentence; for, with only that coarse witness, he did not think it to control his features with the dissimulation that had become a habit. He listened, and as he felt, thus the evil man looked. When the woman ceased speaking the exultation of a fiend was in the smile that curled his lip. | “ And he was determined—spite of her caresses, spite of her tears. I knew that it would be so. He is not a man to __Waver, having once taken a resolution—but the child, Lonisa ? I haye recommended a woman up the river to take charge of copnicloOoks.Gonn why _ a =