Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 61: what you’re looking at

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SE a VILLAINY EXPOSED. 59 Zulima shook her head, and sobbed aloud. “There has been wrong, deep, black wrong, somewhere,” she said; “I was told that you also had deceived me by a false marriage, that the ceremony we went through was a fraud, and I yar victim, not a wife. “And who told you this infamous falsehood ?” said Clark, clasping his hands till the blood left them, in the agony of his impatience. “Ross hinted it; Smith told me so in Philadelphia and in Baltimore. They told me, also, that you were about to marry another; I saw you together with my own eyes. You refused to see me; but for that I had never believed them !” “And Smith told you this; Ross hinted it,” cried Clark, locking his teeth —_ terrible anger. “These two men whom I have fed, whom—” he paused; the violence of his emotion was too great for words. But why should we further describe the harrowing scene ? It was long before these two unhappy beings could speak with calmness, but at length all was told—the fraud that had kept back their mutual letters, the slow and subtle poison that had been instilled so assiduously into each proud and passionate nature—all. For the first time, Clark learned the sufferings, the passionate love, that had sent his young wife in search of him, her struggles, her despair. Then his own haughty re- serye gave way; he laid open his whole heart before her, its history and its anguish. He told her of his wanderings, of the deep and harrowing love; which not even a belief in her faith- lessness could wring from his heart; he told her all, and then these proud beings sat again, side by side, looking in each other’s faces, and yet separated, oh, how irrevocably ! Then came the time for parting. Zulima must go back to her home, and he—where could he seek shelter from the grief of that terrible moment? They both arose, and face to face, stood gazing on each other for the last time; neither of them doubted that it was for the last time, on this side the grave. A look of mournful despondency was on their features, their hands were clasped for an instant, and then Zulima turned away, and tottering feebly in her walk, passed from the garden. He stood watch- ing her till the last flutter of her garments disappeared under a iia