Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 85 of 114
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 85: what you’re looking at
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ANOTHER LOVER. \ 85 “ Yes, I must say it, dear; because you should know that it is true. When a man gives his heart to a woman, as [ have mine to you, he does not count any thing he may have to give, even his life, of much worth, if it can serve her.” “Oh, I wish you would take that all back, Charles,” she answered, earnestly, forgetting all about her homesickness in this new trouble—“ for indeed, I can not bear to hear it !” “ And why can not you bear to hear that I love you ” He knelt beside her chair, and grasped her ungloved hand, while he gazed with passionate inquiry into the sorrowful es. “ Because—because I do not want to lose your friendship— and I must not accept yeur love.” } “You must not—are you engaged, Minnie ?” There was a pause, in which Minnie’s changing counte- nance expressed a variety of emotions. “ Yes,” she murmured, at last. Charles Lord sprung to his feet, in time to discover Fletcher Harris retreating through the door-way. “Halloa, Fletcher!’ he exclaimed, brushing past him— “just go in—you'll find some of them in the parlor.” Thus intercepted in his retreat, Fletcher entered. Minnie was standing, blushing and confused, uncertain whether or not ° Fletcher had been a listener to the scene with her. cousin. “ Let me congratulate you on your engagement, Miss Wil- lard,” said he, taking her hand in a formal manner. “But I am not—” Embarrassment tied her tongue. “®Wou are not engaged to your cousin, I know,” he resumed. “ Where is Mrs. Stewart this morning ?” “TI will go and find her,” faltered Minnie, gliding from the room, pale as death. The first one or devoted to the excitement 0 visiting and studying all the two months of Minnie’s visit had been f sight-seeing, and particularly to galleries of art. After the novelty of the city wore off a little, she began to settle down to the real earnest work of acquiring all the knowledge within her reach—literally cramming her brain with learning. Though her cousin’s house was the resort of some gay and much good company, she grudged the time devoted to the former ; while comliclooks.com