Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 72 of 130
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 72: what you’re looking at
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70 GIDEON GODBOLD. raise his hat in courtesy, and then giving rein to his hors ae advanced toward them with wondrons speed. Isabelle clut’ ed her father’s arm in alarm at this demonstration, and sudd-nly exclaimed : But so. rapid was the pace of the gallant rider, that he soon dissipated the terror he had caused. The fears of Isabelle were converted into joy, and, as she released her fathers arm from her grasp, she exclaimed :— “It is Horace !” _ And the next instant her hand was seized by him in speechless amazement, He, however, saw that she was in health, an eee ene aiatiticaatiiiyss so taut the cause of this sudden appearance. “ Hare you seen any thing of lie? asked Isabelle. “ What! in n these hills, dear’ Isabelle?” said Horace, in She aulted our residence recently to seek an interview CoOnmichookxs. com