Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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“T do.” He rose from his knees. “ You saved my life to-day. If you had not stopped him, that spy would have throttled me. Do you know this?” “ Yes.” “Why did you not let him kill me?” She looked at him in silence. “T say, why did you not let him kill me? “It would have been better for us all if he had done so. Perhaps you can tell why you refused me. Perhaps I know it myself. It does not matter. My purpose is taken. I loyed you, and I was willing to plead—but I am resolved to have ~insheniion’ ing or unwilling, you shall be mine.” He turned away as he spoke, his eyes gleaming fiercely un- der his heavy brows. Notwithstanding his threat, it was not a part of his design to carry it into immediate execution. Suddenly provoked to use threatening language, his ideas as to the manner in which the fair Maggie was to be coerced to become his wife were as yet quite indefinite. Vague notions of the power of Mother Ann and her willingness to aid him, may have floated through his brain—and perhaps the thought of carrying off his prize, in spite of hexself, at some future time, flashed at the moment upon his mind. But, though he had, on the instant, undoubtedly resolved to “ win and wear” this forest-flower, with or without her consent, yet the modus operandi—the time, the way and the *means—were not yet determined. He therefore turned to depart. But as his last glance parted from the lovely fuce which his soul coveted, the light seemed to vanish from his heart and blackness to take posses- sion of it. Whatever of selfish love—and it was little else than selfish—he may have felt for the fair girl before him, it~ was in ® moment transmuted into hate. The frenzy of thwarted: passion possessed him. Rage, shame, mortificaticn, that he, a peer of France, and as such, entitled to pay his devoirs to the highest in his native land—that he had knelt before this wild-flower of the western wilderness-—had knelt and been rejected—the thought maddened him.. A dim sus- picion, also, that he had a rival, one who had been before him, and stolen away thé” heart which he sought, and thus COMICHOOKS,CORN *