Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIOUS CHAMBER. 13 heavily arched, and —— which the soft breeze blew—for, of glass there was not a particle, but instead, narrow bars of iron, crossed closely and riveted in the casement. Evyery- where within reach, the walls appeared to be stuffed, and so yielding to the touch. A lounge that was immovable stood ander the great window, and “from it depended the material with which it had been covered in ragged strips. A feeling of horror came over the young girl, as she slowly took in all the surroundings. Her blood chilled to her heart, and she could scarcely summon strength enough to leave the room and close the door. Scarcely had she gained a seat, when Anne came in, fluslied yet smiling. “ Dear mamma is so very anxious when Harrison and I are not together,” she said, very gently. “ We two are all that are left of nine,” she added, “and she somehow fancies that one of us will come to harm, if we are apart for ever so short a time.” ; The words fell strangely on the ears of Coraline. The of that chamber was heayy on her heart. She seemed to feel a foreboding that it was in some way con- nected with her fate. And yet she could not speak of it. She had taken an unwarrantable liberty in playing the spy, and she trembled guiltily when, some moments after, she saw Anne start as she passed the door, look closely at the lock, then, taking a key from her pocket, fasten the door securely. Her face crimsoned, but she pretended to look across the river, and Anye did not appear to suspect. Presently the boys came out on the lawn, Frank and Harrison stood together. Coraline had been accustomed to consider her brother an unusually landsome lad, but, in the presence of Harrison Lattison, he looked almost ordinary. The face of Harrison lighted up in a manner that no pen could de&cribe. There was a glow—a succession of flashes of beauty—that made him seem superior to earth. His hair was long, of a rich purple-black, flowing in curls; his eyes were brown, tender as those of a true woman, enhanced in brightness by the softest tinting and deepening beneath the lid, that gave them a dreamy and sometimes a passionate character. Cora- line turned to Anne; she knew the fond sister was thinking how beautiful he was, by the dimpling smileand the eager gaze, Comicoooks,conmn *