Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 24: what you’re looking at

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22 MYRA, THE CHILD OF ADOPTION. “My friend,” said Ross, advancing toward him, “ you have come at the right moment to hear this man’s news from his own lips. I fear it will give you pain, No, I had better tell it myself; he is a stranger, and knows nothing of your inter- est in the mother. Step this way, sir.” “What is this? For what would you prepare me? Zu- lima—” “Is well, and becoming reconciled to her loss; but De “What of him, sir? what of that unhappy man?” inguired Mr. Clark, sternly. “ He has broken prison; he escaped last night.” Mr. Clark staggered. The color‘left his lip, and he leaned heavily on the back of a chair. “ My poor, poor wife! will her trials never have an end?” he exclaimed with deep feeling, and, turning hastily, he left the counting-room. “It will be some time before he acknowledges her now,” said Ross, in a low voice, to his partner. “See how his step wavers.” “That may waver, but his pride never will,” was the low reply. “Never !” said Campbell. And he was right. Poor, poor Zulima! Comic oooks.corn