Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 111: what you’re looking at

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THE MESSENGER’S RETURN. 118 otner rvgitives, and find them ready to set off instantly upon their voyage. Enoch Sedley, however, had not yet reached the place of embarkation, and, as the reader knows, was destined never to teach it. After waiting several minutes longer in a state of the most excruciating suspense, Cato was again dispatched to Qscertain, if he could, the cause of the delay. During his absence, the roar of the distant flames, the murmurs of the crowd, and every sound that reached the ears of Dudley and Lucy, gave additional poignancy to the nervous anxiety they At last Cato, pale, sobbing, and half-breathless, returned to the boat, and as he sprung aboard, exclaimed in a voice almost choked by the combined effects of grief and haste, that his master was dead. “ Dead !” screamed Lucy, starting to her feet. “Dead !” ejaculated Charles. Cato entered into a broken explanation, which was not so indistinct but that they gathered something of the manner in Which Sedley had come to his end. “I must go,” said Lucy, rising and preparing to leave the “ And leave me, Lucy ?” said Dudley. “He is my uncle—my more than father,” replied Lucy, | tating. “ And I your husband.” ein. dead body may be exposed to insult if I do not “ And my living body will be dragged to a shameful death if you do, He—the sole witness of my innocence, for whose fake and yours, dear Lucy, my life now stands in peril—is G0ne for ever. If I am seized now, my fate is certain.” sunk back on the seat, and Charles, folding her to his bosom, directed Cato to shove off. The boat glided along like ® spirit in the broad line of shadow cast upon the water by the high bank and the forest that modded on its. brink; and WS presently lost to sight as it disappeared in one of the indentures of the winding shore. 5 ConmcloookSnceornn) E