Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 71: what you’re looking at

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AN ALTERCATION. — | 18 “You know the result then.” I “TI told you, Jaques Chattillon,” said Moran, decisively, *‘ when you spoke to me in the forest, that if you sought the love of Marguerite, it must be by fair and honorable means, You shall not do her a wrong; I swear it,” “ And who put you on your high horse with reeard to my daughter, Hubert Moran ?” cried the old woman, turning an- grily upon the partisan. “Do I fear that he should wrong — her? Am TI not her mother, and have I not‘a right to do what I will withyimy own ?” “Certainly; no one has a better right, to a certain ex- tent. But beyond that you can not go. You think Jaques right ?” “ Yes. ” ; “TY say no more for the present. Nevertheless, I must hafe some talk with my pretty cousin about the matter.” | “Oh, Cousin Hubert,” cried Maggie, throwing herself at his feet, “ pity me—aid me! They would force me to marry ’ him—a man whom I detest, who insulted me, who struck me in the face and strangled me. Donot believe them. Aid me.” “What is this ?” cried Moran, sharply, smiting his sword- hilt till it rung upon the scabbard with a loudclang. “If you have done this, Jaques Chattillon, I will post you through the army as a coward.” “Be careful, Hubert,” said Jaques, taking a single step in advance. “Do you charge me with cowardice ?” “ Answer me first. Did you strike her? No matter what the provocation.. She could give you none to justify that outrage.” | “What right have you to question me ?” demanded J aques, quailing a little, for the lips of Moran’ were drawn in like those of a fierce animal, and his white teeth showed plainly. “The right of a man!” thundered Moran. “ You struck her?” “T did.” = You put your fingers to her throat 2” Hlubert lifted his gloved hand from the itt of his sword and struck the Frenchman in the mouth. Then stepping back two paces, he drew his sword, comicbooks.com