Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 36: what you’re looking at

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84 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. —the worshipful look that in him meant so much, or, if not meant, was interpreted by one gentle heart. ’ “ My dear Miss Cora,” he said, a warm enthusiasm in his voice, “how much I rejoice to see you again !” - “JT am very happy that you have returned,” said Cora, modestly. “Yes; after all, home is the sweetest spot on earth. [ was born at the Grove, and it is the place of my heart. I felt this even in that gayest of cities, and was not sorry to Jeave all its associations for the quiet and beauty of this little nook.” “How is Anne? I received a note from her ; she has met with a misfortune.” “Yes; sprained her poor little ancle in very foolishly run- ning after me for a farewell kiss yesterday, as I left her to reach the Grove first. In fact, I have come delegated with a most important mission—to capture your quiet self, and take you over to the Grove; Anne and mother ‘are so anxious to sce you. Can you go? Say yes.” How could she say otherwise, looking in his beaming face that always took heart and judgment captive ? In a few moments she was ready, and seated by his side. It was a most delightful drive. To vary the route, Harrison went over the shore; the white sand glistened, and the thud of the horse’s hoofs on the yieliiog surface was a pleasant sound. round, as I saw the ribbons flutter, and the folds of your dress tremble in the sea-breeze. But you would not, asd [ liked you all the better for it. Little I thougit you would ever be sitting by my side.” Then turning his horse’s head he drove to an eminence mile beyond his father’s house. The view was lovely in extreme. Silvery rivulets’ the valley ullliceuanatetn atten oder tote cottage upon the broad intervals, shut from the bleaker Hi Commicoooks.com