Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 26: what you’re looking at

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24 MYRA, THE €HILD OF ADOPTION. prived her of his presence, but with her imaginative nature, the slight romance of this privacy only served to keep her affections more vivid and her fancy more restless. She was all impulse, all feeling, and sometimes, like a caged bird, she grew wild and restive under the restraints that necessity had placed upon her. . Weeks went by, one after another, and now Zulima grew wild with vague fears. Why was he silent? where could he be wandering thus to forget her so completely? Her nights were sleepless; her eyes grew bright and wild with feverish anxiety. That young heart was in every way prepared for the poison. which was to be poured into it drop by drop, till jealousy, that most fierce and bitter of all the passions, should break forth in its might and change her whole being. Zulima had gone forth alone, not into the garden to sigh among its wilderness of blossoms, but away, with an aching heart and pale forehead, to suffer among the wild nooks of the neighboring hollows. Here nature started to life in harsh- er beauty, and sent forth her sweets with a sort of rude way- Ww s, forming a contrast to the voluptuous air and oyer cultivation that closed in her home, as it were, from the rough and true things of the world. Another day was to be passed in that agony of impatience which none but those of a highly imaginative nature can ever dream of—a weary night had been spent, the morning had come—surely, surely that day must bring a letter from the absent one. The air of her chamber—that chamber where her child had slept in her bosom, where Ae had been so often—she would not wait there; all the associations were so yivid, they goaded her.on to keener impatience. She could not draw a deep breath in that room, thinking of him and #. So, as I have said, Zulima stole forth and wandered away where all was wild as her own feelings, and a thousand times more tranquil. Ross had promised her to return very early from the city that day, when he hoped—the villain could not look into her eyes as he said it—when he hoped to bring 4 letter that would make his sweet guest smile again. _ Cation te a place near the highway which led to the fe and yet sheltered from any traveler that might GoOnnicloooks.conn