Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 62: what you’re looking at

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64 THE WRONG MAN. “Ah! Charles,” whispered the trembling Lucy, upturning her pale face to her lover, and showing by the motion, as the light streamed on her features, that they wore an expression of the most intense anxiety—‘“ Ah! Charles, there have been dreadful doings among these wild hills to-night. <A different meeting this—oh, how widely different !—from that which we so fondly, so confidently anticipated.” : “Be not alarmed, my dear, my gentle Lucy,” answeved Dudley, in a soothing voice; “the plans of the villain have been defeated—you are happily rescued; and you have one beside you now able to defend you—one who will leave you no more. The clergyman waits for us, Lucy. Let us return, and before him and your uncle—” “Oh, my uncle, Charles,” interrupted the maiden, “my soul is filled with darkest apprehensions for him. Have you seen nothing—have you heard nothing ?” “ Nothing, dearest Lucy—what is it that you fear ?” “The worst that could befall! He is near at hand, Charles —alive or slain, he is somewhere near us.” Lucy then related in brief and rapid terms the events which had passed within her hearing, and Dudley listened to the story with a deeply thoughtful brow. As she concluded, he asked : “ Are you certain, Lucy, that your uncle was the pursuer ?” asked Dudley. “Oh, too certain,” answered she. “On overtaking the - wretch, he cried to him in a loud voice to halt. I could not be mistaken in that vyoice—though I never before heard it exerted in so fierce a tone. Sounds of strife, mingled with deep imprecations from the hunter, then reached me; and presently a loud yell was uttered, so wild, so shrill, so plere- ing, that it still rings in my ears. Then all was silent—nor was the dreadful silence broken until I heard, afar off, the galloping of your horse.” “ And the shriek—whose voice did that seem ?” “T can not tell—it was a horrid, unearthly sound, such a strong man might utter in mortal agony. Oh, Char continued Lucy, (and as she clung to him, Dudley felt that trembled in every limb,) “I fear some dreadful thing has hap- pened—that blood has been spilt—and it may be life destroyed conmiclooolkks.comn