Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 80: what you’re looking at

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78 - IM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. - the hair and beard, surely that might be her Harrison. The conflicting emotions caused. by these impressions made her speechless. “Pardon me, madam,” he said, in a low tone; “I was pleased with this fine pain’ing. I have somewhere seen a « gentleman resembling him.” “In your mirror, likely,” thought the woman ; but she only bowed. me | “TJ came to see if I could obtain board here. My present boarding-place is too far off for convenience,” he said, seeing her sitting, expectant. . ~~ “Tam very sorry,” began Mrs. Lattison ; then she paused, thotghtfully. Why was there‘such an attraction in this man—such a magnetism in his voice that her pulses leaped at the sound? Why did her breast beat so rapidly? Why did the color rush to her cheeks, so pale before ? “TI was about to say that my house is full,” she added ; - but on second thought I believe there is one small room—” “TJ prefer a small room,” said the broker, hastily. “ And that so high up.” “Tt makes no difference to me how near the sky I am,” replied the other, significantly. “Then I think I can accommodate you.” , In another moment the broker had gone, but Mrs. Lattison stood deep in thought where he had left her. There was surely a new warmth in ber heart—oh, no, no; she must not forget—still, still, he was so like Harrison—his face, his bear- ‘ing, his very voice. And he was coming there—the pawn- broker. Her cheeks tingled as she thought of it—why had she not possessed sufficient courage to refuse him? But, was he not a gentleman? Yes, both in speech and appearance, and she would abide by what she had done, The following ‘day there was food enough for conjecture amdng the respectable circle that sat round the table of the handsome widow. e broker (gentleman broker, as many called him,) was in their midst. Some were uncasy, some dissatisfied, others indignant. It was beneath the station of Mrs. Lattison, they said, to take any thing less than mer- chants, or professional men ; and a few remonstrated. or, comJcbdooks.conm