Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 13: what you’re looking at

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A MIRACULOUS BLOW. V7 “T thank you for the blow, sir,” she replied, “ for I think that the ruffian would have killed me, he was so angry. But he insulted me, and I struck him before I thought.” “Yes; you only gave him his just dues, the blackguard, I will teach him better manners before long, or I will know the reason why. My name is Foix—Gaston Foix; perhaps you have heard of me.” “ I think I have, sir. Is not Jennie Carroll your cousin 2?” “Yes,” he said, smiling, ‘“ Do you know Jennie, then? She is a good girl, although her cousin is not much to brag of.” “She has spoken highly of you, sir, and I am glad to meet you, although our introduction has been somewhat informal. Will you walk in?” “You must excuse me,” said Gaston. “TI have this rascal to take care of, but at some other time I will take pleasure in accepting your kind invitation. J am glad an opportunity has arisen to be of service to you. Here, Bracer; come along.” “That ’arthquake knocked me sensible,” muttered Bracer. “Tt has performed a miracle, then,” replied Gaston, laugh- ing. “I did not suppose any shock could have done that. But come along; I’ve gota bone to pick with you.” He caught Bracer by the collar and dragged him to his feet and bowing to Maud crossed the opening, still leading Bracer by the collar. They disappeared in the deep wood and Maud turned back into the cabin with a strange flush upon her beautiful face, “Who is this Gaston Foix, and why, when I look at his face, does it alternately attract and repel ? . Why do I think of him in this way, after the first meeting? I never saw 4 more handsome face in man, and yet there is something in it which I can not understand and which I do not like. I wish Jennie would come; JT would like to talk to ber.” At this moment, the barking of a dog and the rattle of hoofs, mingled with a shrill hurrah, announced a new-comer, and Maude, with a delighted ery, ran to the door and flung it open. <A strange girl was coming across the opening ata mad gallop, with a deer-hound running by ber side, leaping up and barking. She was young—perhaps twenty years of Ccommicloooks.conn