Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 63: what you’re looking at

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ANXIETIES. 65 Perhaps my generous, my noble-hearted uncle has been slain —perhaps—” But she was unable to give utterance to the dark fear which disturbed her mind, and hiding her face in Dudley’s bosom, a flood of tears came to the relief of her throbbing heart. “Dear Lucy, be comforted. These torturing surmises may have no foundation. The sounds which reached you were distant, and you may have been deceived as to their nature, Your uncle even now may be returned—” “Oh, Charles! this was to have been our wedding-night,” interrupted Lucy, “and I was so happy !” “ And will be happy again, and have many long, long years of happiness,” said Dudley, pressing the maiden to his bosom. “Trust me, this cloud will pass away. The wretch who has occasioned us this anxiety shall be brought to justice. Your uncle will witness and bless our union, and remove with us to a land where villains like this wild hunter dare not commit ' their depredations. Yes, Lucy,” continued he, in a gentle and encouraging tone, kissing the pale forehead of the maiden as he spoke, “ we shall all be very, very happy yet.” “ Hark f whispered she, throwing back her hair that she might listen, “ did you not hear a trampling as of a horse ?” “Tt is my own horse, dearest; see, yonder he stands, wait- ing for us to mount him, and return to your home—” “ No, not return—at least not yet. Let us first seek my ancle—he can not be far from this. Perhaps he is wounded, and requires aid; perhaps—he is dead! Let us know the worst.” Dudley complied with the maiden’s request, and seating her with him on the horse, they proceeded to search for the old saeues $ COMENOOKS.COM —_———