Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 42: what you’re looking at

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40 MYRA, THE CHILD OF ADOPTION. mean to say, sir, that my husband—that Daniel Clark deceived me like the other ?” ~ “T mean to say nothing,” replied Smith; “nothing, save that from my heart I pity you, sweet lady. So much beauty, so trusting ; who could help pitying you ?” “You pity me? Oh, Father of mercies!” cried the excited young creature, bending like a reed and raising her locked hands to her eyes; “if this thing should be true!’ She fell upon a chair; her slight figure waved to and fro in the agony of her doubts. “Has he written—did he send for you ?” questioned Smith, steeling himself against her grief. “ No, no !” “Ts he aware of your coming ?” “No; I shall surprise him; I wished to surprise him !” F cried the the wretched young creature, dropping her hands. “T am afraid you will surprise him, and enpleeesaey, too !” said Smith. Zulima turned her dry eyes upon him ; her lips parted, but she had no power to utter the questions that arose in her heart. A thousand black doubts possessed her. “ Why— why—?” It was all she could say. l » Smith hesitated ; he was reluctant to consummate the last . act of villainy required of him. It seemed like striking down a lamb, while its soft, trusting eyes were fixed upon his. But he had gone too far, he could not recede now. “ It is rumored,” he said—“ it is rumored that Mr. Clark is soon to be married !” A sort of spasmodic smile parted Zulima’s pale lips, till her white teeth shone through. She did not attempt to speak, but sat perfectly still gazing upon her visitor. ; “Had your marriage been real, Mr. Clark would not thus openly commit himself.” “Where ts Mr. Clark ?” said Zulima, sharply, and starting, as if from a dream. “He is in Baltimore now.” “ And—and the lady ?” ““ She, too, is in Baltimore.” “ And I—I will go there also !” ; “You! and after that which you know ?” conmicloooks.com