Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 81: what you’re looking at

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2 _ SYLVESTER’S RAGE. . » »~ PD “Tf in any thing he quiet reply, “ tell me, am Alas! already, in the secrecy of her heart, she mourned that heart’s unfaithfulness to the memory of her former SE ivnend. Several times had she seen this stranger of distin- guished mien but questionable occupation. At chtrch he had for some weeks past sat so near, that the dark, handsome profile of his face—so like dear Harrison’s—was always in ; view. And that profile she carried home with her more than once. Do what she might to banish it, it was always there, and she ‘was haunted by his presence. Sighing and self-accu- sation were of no avail; there was a fascination in his /pres- ence. He alone of all the high-bred company had power to bring the color to her pale cheek, and more than one sus- pected the truth. Among these was Mr. Sylvester. He came. to the old uncle one day in an agony of jealousy. “What's the matter?” cried Mr. Reynolds, apprehending that the widow had accepted himfand that. he was crazy for joy. : ‘# Oh! that infernal pawnbroker !” hissed from between Mr. Sylvester's magnificent false teeth. ) ~ “ Why—why! what of him, man?” eitind Od 26 “Oh! Pm cut out—cut out by an infernal pawnbroker. pulling at his perfumed false hair, thereby diminishing the dimensions of his shabby forehead by nearly an inch. ; “What? the jade! no, no; it isn’t possible—it can’t he. That fellow—that Jew—that spout full of old handkerchiefs, coats and beggars’ gowns? No, no; you're jealous, Mr. Sy!- vester, very jealous. I know my niece to} well to believe—” “ But I tell you it is so. I see it every day, the influence he is exerting. Yesterday my Jord said he should like a lounge in his attic—so Henry tells me—and what does my lady do but send one up out of her own room. The bell rings—is it my lord? Harry, Jennie, Molly, Bridget, every ‘one of you, and see what his lordship wants. Oh, I assure you, nothing is too good for him. ° And she watches him at table, anticipates his lightest wish, heaps his plate, turns red if he only glances at ber, and he knows his power depends to be a gentleman,” ~her. shall have no further. connicGoookxs.comnn