Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 66: what you’re looking at

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68 THE WRONG MAN. a very definite notion of any manner in which ne could render himself serviceable. A few yards in advance of him was the negro boy, whose anxiety had also drawn him upon the road. The joy which the poor lad felt at sight of his recovered mis- tress seemed too great for words, and displayed itself in a thousand extravagant capers. He ran to her, and caught her by the hand; he laughed and cried in the same moment; he sprung to and fro with the agility of an ape, and throwing himself upon the ground, rolled over and over with all the frolic wildness of a playful spaniel. , The party had been in the cabin but a few minutes, when horseman alighted at the ‘door, and directly after Mr. Sedley entered the room. Lucy sprung to him, cast one anxious, searching glance into his countenance, and then, burying her face in his garments, clung to him, and wept aloud. The old man bent his gray head over her fragile form, which he clasped conyulsively to his heart, and gazed on her with a fixed look ; but no answering tear moistened his hot lids. His cheek wes pale, his lip bloodless, his dress disordered, and the bewildered, abstracted expression of his eye might either have denoted the absence of a fatigued and listless mind, or “ Bespoke remembrance only too profound.” _. An air of embarrassment and restraint was visible in each member of the group. Lucy, who knew the fearless and determined, though ordinarily gentle character of her uncle, nad read in the single glance with which she perused his pallid face the confirmation of her worst apprehension Charles, afraid to ask any question or make any remark, lest it might lead to a disclosure of circumstances of which it would be well to keep the missionary ignorant and unsuspi- cious, sat gazing on the decaying embers with a restless, per- turbed expression, that partly revealed what was passing in his mind. The missionary sat twiddling his hat in his hand, his sharp elbows projecting at acute angles from his sides, and his large eyes turning from one person to another with a look of exceeding and almost ludicrous perplexity. This person, however, was .he first to break silence. Stroking down his smooth, close-shaven hair with his large bony hand, he inquired with a somewhat sheepish «ir, if they should proceed to con- ummate the business which had brought him to the cabin. Conmcloooks.conn