Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 82: what you’re looking at

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80 MYRA, THE CHILD OF ADOPTION. spoke, but there was no relenting in his face. Anger, scorn, a thousand wrathful passions broke through its pallor, and he answered in a voice of cutting scorn: “ And this man, you told me, had never breathed a word of love to you in his life.” | Myra was about to acknowledge the letters that had passed between Whitney and herself, for there was a seeming justice in the proud man’s taunt that cut her to the heart; but she thought of her mother, of the self-sacrificing mother who had so generously risked the displeasure of her husband in sanc- tioning the letters her child had received, and she only an- swered, “I can never love another, papa.” Mr. D. turned away, and began to pace the room. His lips were pressed forcibly together, “and uncontrollable passion seemed burning in every vein of his body. “Thank God!” he muttered, turning furiously upon the terrified girl— Thank God, no drop of my blood runs in your veins.” “Papa! O papa! this is terrible. Why, in your anger against me, say things that are as cruel as they are without foundation ?” cried Myra, starting to her feet, and approaching her father. “Without foundation! It is true, girl, I say it is true. You are not my child!” She did not believe him. How could she, poor girl; with the household links of many a happy year clinging about her heart? One word could not tear them away so readily, but the very thought made her pale as a corpse, and every nerve of her delicate frame trembled. A reproachful smile quivered over her lips, and she laid her hand upon the stern man’s arm. “© father! I know that you are only angry; but this is too much. It would kill me to hear you say that again.” Mr. D. turned. Anger was fierce within him still, and he took no pity on that pale and tortured girl. “ As there is a heaven above, you are not my child! I can prove it—have papers in the house that you shall see.” A faint cry burst from Myra’s lips. She staggered back and fell upon a chair, her eyes distended, and fixed wildly upon the stern man, as if she searched in those angry features Comicloooks.corn