Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 37: what you’re looking at

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THE SEASON OF DANGER PAST. 35 by the hills, covered from base to summit with living verdure, “What will Anne think has become of us?’ at last he. ejaculated, with an admiring glance on his fair young friend. “I believe we must hurry a little. Now, Mr. Victor,” he cried, addressing the horse, “ we must scamper home.” Mrs. Lattison met them at the door, having seen them from the window of her room, The greeting between her and Coraline was like that between a mother and daughter. Anne was so overjoyed to see her that she laughed and cried together. . : “To think I shall have to lie here a week longer, perhaps two!” exclaimed Anne, vexedly. “I shall lose so many splendid rides and drives. I am so glad we are at home, though, for Harrison will not be lonesome now. And do you know he was, everywhere we went, in Paris, if I could not follow him, the baby ? Not one of the beautiful women he met seemed to make the slightest impression on his mind. I think he left his heart behind him at the Grove, for he could talk of nothing else. But imagine if you can what our hap- piness is—the year of danger is past. We are no longer troubled with any fear for his reason. He has so improyed in health, and I think in appearance.” “TI think him very greatly improved,” said Coraline, who had drawn a red velvet hassock by the side of her friend. “Come, tell me something of your trayels.” “Oh, ’'ve so much to tell, that I don’t know where to begin. We visited all the famous places in London, to be Sure, and some time I'll show you the drawings I made. We Went through Germany, gave Holland a little call, stopped in two months, and in France six. It is a delightful ountry, that France, only one gets so weary! and then I learned that I knew nothing’ of French, and had to begin —— with a magnificent whiskerando, who was almost cap- Vating, and who had an admirable method; so you don’t At this moment Harrison came into the room, the flush Comichookscom