Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF ADOPTION. 13 », “it, but you, my good Louisa, must still be its nurse. It seems 4 a feeble little thing; do you not think so, Louisa? _ “Feeble! Lor amassa! No; it’s the best-natured, healthy “little thing I ever see,” was the reply, and Louisa agitated her leaf fan with considerable violence. “But away from you, Louisa, with some one less kind, ‘it may become sickly in a yery little time yon know.” “Sure enough !” and Louisa half. suspended the ,action of her fan, as she fell into a fit of profound contemplation. “With you to give it medicine and superintend, if it were ill, I should feel quite safe,” said Ross, and a strange, fiendish smile crept over his lips. “ Of course, I should come and see you very often.” : “Oh! you would. Well, den, I haven’t nothing to say against going with the baby.” “ Wherever I send you, Louisa ?” “Well, yes, I don’t care, if it isn’t so far off that you can’t come once a week or so to see us, Massa Ross; but I won't go far, now I tell you.” “ Well, now, go to your charge. I will see you’ again to- morrow.” The negress arose, and with an insolent twist of her head to the left shoulder, in the door-way fanning herself. “Well,” said Ross, impati , “well, what are you wait- ing for now!” _ “Dis piece of gold in my bosom, Massa Ross,” and the ne- gress placed a plump ebony hand upon her heart. “It is’gun I . in feel ” On Tt tad forgotten ; here, here.” Louisa drew forth the pocket handkerchief, which, from its | embroidery and exquisite lace, must have been purloined from 4 her mistress, and a second Napoleon was nested in her bosom. “Stop,” said Ross, as she was going out; “ You said that 7 the lady was fainting—that he took the child forth in his arms, Where is it now ?” “How should I know? I s’pose he took the baby to your , wife. She was in the back parlor, and he turned that way.” _ “There he is now. Go back into the room, Louisa, go back!” Ross seized his hat as he spoke, and leaving the _ slaye-house, wound through a grove of fruit.trees that sheltered 4 i oo =" Comicbooks: