Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 46: what you’re looking at

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t+ MYRA, THE CHILD OF ADOPTION. He would not release her hand. “You are not going far—you will return in a few days? Promise me that you are not saying farewell forever.” “T do not know—the Father in heaven only knows what will become of me; but you have been kind to me—very. You have respected my unprotected lot. You did not know how wrong it was to love me. [can not blame you. When I say farewell thus, I much fear that it is to the only true friend that I have in the world. You could not wish me to feel more regret than I do. Is it not casting away all the unselfish kindness—all the real friendship that I have known for a long, long time ?” “ But this love—this idolatry, rather ?” persisted the young man; “must it be forever hopeless? Shall I never see you again ?” ; * “Tt is wrong, therefore should be hopeless,” replied Zulima. | “You do not know what trouble it would bring wpon you.” Ee “Why wrong ?—why should it bring trouble upon me ” “ Should we ever meet again, you will know. Everybody will know why it is wrong for you to love me. Now I must Zulima drew away her hand, using a little gentle force; and while the young man was striving to fathom the meaning of her words, she opened the door and disappeared. Every way was poor Zulima beset. The false position in which the concealment of her marriage had placed her, made it- self cruelly felt at all times. She had taken a long journey, alone and entirely unprotected. Young and beautiful—to all appear- ance single—she was naturally exposed to all those attentions that a creature so lovely and unprotected was sure to receive, | even against her will. In the young man whom she had just = left, those attentions gradually took a degree of tender interest | which, but for her state of anxious preoccupation, she must have observed long before, as others less interested had not failed to do. But she had literally given the devotion, so ap- parent to others, no thought. Knowing herself to be bound = by the most solemn ties to the man who seemed to have for gotten her, she never reflected that others knew nothing of __ -this, or that she might become the object of affectionate, nay, __- passionate regurd, suchas the man had just declared. & mee = , Comicbooks.conn