Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 32: what you’re looking at

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30 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. last, when he had fallen from exhaustion. Here he comes, \ poor fellow!’ “Mrs. Lattison would have rushed forward, but Mr. Lattison made a sign that she should not move. They came quietly in; Harrison partly leaned, like one almost inanimate, upon his father’s shoulder. How beautiful he was in that moment, the wet curls laying loosely on the pallid temples and the wide, white collar—only peace shining upon his face, and still my heart bled to see it. They would have conducted him up the stairs, but, suddenly seeming conscious that he had been brought without resistance to his home, he sprung from his captors and stood alone, while they barred the door. Never shall I forget the look that flashed over his face. Then he broke into a wild, long peal of laughter, and spring- ing up, cried, hoarsely, ‘I am king David! king David; where . is Bathsheba? I sunk in terror before his wavering look. His father began to expostulate, gently, but he would hearto - nothing. “*Oh, Cora? cried Anne, ‘ this is terrible, that you should © see him thus. What will he say when the paroxysm is over ? “Cora! where, where is Cora? he cried. «‘I will give Bathsheba for her—yea, all that a man hath will he give for—’ “At that moment he caught sight of me, and with a wild cry of delight sprung forward, crouching like a boy at my feet, catching at and fondling my hand—looking up in my face with such innocence of trust and childlikeness that I could not keep back my tears. It was very affecting. That night he followed me to his room-cell; at my wish lay down, and I sat re till he slept. My spirit grew very heavy as I reviewed the scenes of the few past hours.” comicloooks.com