The Wrong Man — page 77: what you’re looking at

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& DARK DAY. | 79 = CHAPTER XII. E: THE BLOCK-HOUSE ‘ Skins may differ, but affection. y 5 Dwells in white and black the same, -CowPEn. oe Tue sterm which threatened in the morning did not come down till near sr par Dark, watery clouds, driven west- ward in thick, rolling masses, obscured the heaven during the whole day; and the surface of the Ohio, disturbed and darkened ty the fresh-blowing breeze, presented to the eye of Lucy, as e gazed on it from her window, an appearance as different from that of the preceding morning as her own prospects, sa sadly changed in the mean while. The day rolled heavily on, in perfect unison with the feelings of those whom our story srincipally concerns. Perhaps the very correspondence of the eather with their situation rendered them less keenly alive to the evils which had befallen them. Few things are more pain- ful to a mind ill at ease than a bright smile on the face of na- ture; and ‘he notes of joy have a sirange, discordant sound to the ear of one whose heart is plunged in sorrow. Had the ; bright heaven, as on the preceding morning, been reflect- ed in the shining river, and lighted into greater brilliancy _ the rainbow beauties of the decayed foliage—had the birds ___ twittered among the trees, and the hummed in the sunny air, the gloom of Sedley and the dejection of his niece could + not but have been hightened by painful contrast with sarround- Ail ty By c’. ing objects. The cause of the old man’s trouble, perhaps, lay too deep to be affected by atmospheric changes; though the. “. ee memes S the human heart made one in somewhat F , but far guiltier circumstances, cry out: ze : ee now ne x gins Os os rahi huge eclipse ar? And Lord Byron, who was also no stranger to the workings of — ‘piman nature, has described his Lara as unable to contemp.ate a scene of quict moonlight loveliness: =~ “It was a moment, only for the good: or. soe le there he stood, But turned in silence to his castie-gate— Sach scene bis seul no more could contemplate, A night like this, A night of beauty mocked breast as his.” About the time that the deapening Snseeny of the atmoe in torrents. But the storm did not deter Enoch Sedley. ~