Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 50: what you’re looking at

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52 THE WRONG MAN. struggied to release herself from the strong grasp of the “Unhand me, I say !—you will repent this—the house is so distant but that my screams—” But before she had time to put her half-uttered threat in execution (though it would have been of no avail had it bee otherwise,) her mouth was rudely stopped by the hunter, who hastily bound a handkerchief tightly round her face, so as to prevent utterance. Then raising her in hisarms as easily as a child might its waxen doll, he struck into the woods, and hurried along at a pace that seemed not at all impeded by the ineffectual struggles of the maiden. In her efforts to release herself from his arms, Lucy’s hat had fallen to the ground, and her long auburn hair, freed from confinement, floated round her pallid features, heightening the expression of terror which they wore. Her bosom, too, partly bared by her kerchief being torn from her neck, rose and fell with a quick, panting motion, which betrayed the tumultuous fears that agitated ker heart. The hunter paused not to recover the fallen garments, but striding rapidly forward, soon came to a place where a horse, tied to a tree, was cropping the scatievud blades of grass that sprouted up between the withered leaves. Throwing his long legs across the saddle, and placing the maiden before him, he struck his spurs into the flanks of the animal, and set off at a round gallop through the forest. - CHAPTER Vl. THE PURSUIT AND ITS TRAGEDY. He stops near his bower—his eye ives Se css Se ny er open pe em apie : And gains its with s bound Berane” Tue sun had set behind the range of hills that lined western horizon, and the shades of night, hastened in advance by the deep foliage of the overarching pegun to settle upon the unfrequented road that wound a. ecommiclooolks.cOmn