Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 73: what you’re looking at

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THE TWO LOVERS. 75 CHAPTER XI. NOT YET. For some time the joyful twain sat in silence. Each felt more fully than they could express in words the joys of that reunion. The weary and worn Nancy, after all her wander- ings, had found the one, whom of all others, she felt to be most capable of protecting her, and encircled by his strong arm she forgot all the dangers of the past—those terrible sor- rows and trials which had embittered her young life, were swallowed up in the present safety and happiness. Ralph, if he did not feel equally safe and assured in regard to their present situation, was equally happy—if possible, even more so. The dark cloud which had hung over his name for so many weary days—which had subjected him to persecu- tion—driven him from the presence of his fellow-men to wander like a haunted spirit, driven from place to place with no rest, no sympathy, no mercy—hunted and doomed, all this seemed removed afar from him. He could return. once more to home and friends, proud and happy to assert his en- tire innocence, bringing with him the lost loved one, with convincing testimony to reinstate him in all We dignity of | his former unsullied manhood. Surely this was sufficient cause for happiness and self-con- gratulation. His heart rose and swelled as he contemplated so great a consummation. No more would he think of self- exile in the lonely wilds of the unknown forests; no more start and flee from every sound, or every appearance of his brother man. Again he pressed the ai to his breast, murmuring as he did so: “ Thank God, I shall be ‘free ee from this terrible taint of sus- picion once more. I shall owe my whole life to you, dearest love. I can only hope to prove my sincerity by a life of de- votion.” “T am glad of that, Ralph, right glad,” was the earnest ComicbookSxeorn - 4 < 4)