Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 36: what you’re looking at

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something to such claimants on your gallantry. Teo hovre thence, then, you will be upon the road, and new the penod you can pass with your young friends wili depend on your diligence. I will not be open to the charge of turther detain- ing you. Farewell.” The General extended his hand, and Horace left his pres _ ence convinced that he was pleased to make this atonement _ for a severity he had felt compelle.. to enforce on the previous evening. a y The instant after Horace had left the library, the distin. guished owner sunk into his reading-chair. He appeared to be engaged in troubled thought, and continually raised his hand to his brows as if to relieve them in their p 5 At length he said, as the fruit of his meditation, speaking i a low and measuretl voice : “He suspects nothing ; but Howard must not thus attempt to feel the pulse of the republic through her soldiers, and at the same time asseciate with me. My reputation requires qa | little fostering’ among these watchful, nay, ungrateful people, who, despite the renown that I have contributed to their his- tory, now charge me with supporting my present style of liv- ing upon Government frauds. How apt is such injustice to cause a decadence in principles once so dear. It has caused me to form a plan I dare not whisper even to myself, but which will be so mighty in its effects that my most famous | enemies will be humbled to penitents.” While the General was thus plotting in his brary, Horace Blythe was hastening to the residence of Isabelle. She received him with unbounded joy, but was distressed to bear ~ that his stay in Philadelphia was limited to two hours, “Where will be your next field of operations?” asked Isabelle, after they had sat some time in eprerenion. Rp ebghigee sage tonite BomeBes er that the troops on ee po tigen ' sal “With what object ?” inquired Isabelle. “It is thought to attack Morristown,” said Horace, “ whick we shall defend to the last extremity.” “Is Jersey again to be your champ de morts?” asked Isabella ConmicloookSxeonn