Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 47: what you’re looking at

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IN BALTIMORE. 45 Now it only served to add another pang to the bitterness of her grief; heart-wounded, neglected as she had been, it was not in human nature to be otherwise than flattered and very grateful for devotion which soothed her pride, and which in its possessor was innocent and honorable. But even these feelings gained but a momentary hold upon her; they were followed by regret and that shrinking dread which every new source of excitement is sure to occasion where the heart has been long and deeply agitated. She went away then with'a new cause of grief added to those that had so fatally oppressed her. Zulima reached Baltimore in the night. Weary with travel ind faint with anxiety, she took a coach at the stage-house ind went in search of the hotel where she learned that her husband was lodged. As she drove up to the hotel a private carriage stood at the entrance; a negro in livery was in the — seat, and another stood with the carriage door in his hand, watching for some one to come down the steps; the door opened, and by the light that streamed through, Zulima saw her husband richly dressed as if for some assembly. One white glove was held loose in his hand with an embroidered opera-cap, which he put upon his head as he came quickly down the steps. Zulima was breathless; she leaned from the window of her hackney-coach, and would have called to him aloud, but her tongue clove to her mouth; she could only gaze wildly on him, as just touching the step of his carriage with one foot he sprung lightly in. The door closed with a noise that went through Zulima’s heart like an arrow. She saw the negro spring up behind the carriage ; the lamps flashed by her eyes, and while every thing reeled before her, the coachman of her own humble hack had opened the door. “No, no, I do not wish to get out,” she said, pointing to- ward the receding lamps with her finger. ‘“ Mount again and follow that carriage.” The man hastily closed the door, and mounting his seat, —_ drove rapidly after Mr. Clark’s carriage. Zulima was now wild with excitement; the blood scemed to leap through her __ reart—her cheeks burned like fire. She gasped for breath, comichooksyson