Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 7: what you’re looking at

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GIDEON GODBOLD; OR, THE FAITHFUL AND UNFAITHFUL OF 1783 CHAPTER I. THE AUGURIES. ON a warm day in June, in the year*1779, in an elegant apartment of a mansion of Philadelphia, sat the beautiful Alice Faith. A severe storm had just passed over the city, and the clouds, in all their wildness, were rushing toward the eastern horizon. During the fearful raging of the elements, Alice had retained her seat, and now that the thunder had ceased its roar, the lightning its vividness, and the rain no longer fell, and the garden at. her feet, refreshed by the moisture, filled — che room with its fragrance, she seemed as inseusible to the lovely as to. the terrible. Her fair hand still supported her head as her elbow rested on a table by her side, her brow was pensive, her long, dark eyelashes were so depressed as to vail the brilliancy of her eyes, and her lips were firmly closed upon those pearly teeth. She seemed like a goddess in re- pose, who, though concealing one-half the radiance of her charms, left quite enough for the pumpose of enchantment. But there was much anguish beneath this flattering surface, Alice was an orphan, and a dependent. Her father had beer aman of wealth, and she his only child; but he was a Tory ef the most inveterate class—would live under no rule but munarchy—and all his estates became forfeited. to Congress, During the occupation of Philadelphia by the English, he liveé in great elegance, and entertained the military with liberality Alice rarely appeared at these banquets, and therefore waa but little seen, when on the retirement of General Howe, at a eant called the Mis-chiauza—signifying a “ medle;7.” and sft pee ns eric ookercoin