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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
They stood erect, confronting each other. Harley had recovered instantly from his astonishment at their “So we meet at last,” he said, coming and taking her hand, and “Oh, no! no! I was just reading your letter.” She held it toward him. “I was breaking my heart over it, and longing—longing for you He replied, in the voice of a man addressing a child: “Well, you see I have come. Since you wished to see me, I am She had sunk back into the chair again, raising her handkerchief “You must not go back to the past,” he said, always with the A slight tremor agitated the worn frame as she heard him utter “I will not; it is—it is I who should beg you not to speak of the Harley laid his hand upon her arm. “Do not say it; it is unnecessary, Augusta.” He took from his breast—where he always carried it—the paper
“Look!” he said; “a strange chance placed me in possession of She raised her head, and looked at the discolored paper with astonishment, “You now understand why it is unnecessary that you should “You have—read it?” she faltered, blushing and trembling. “Through my tears more than once, Augusta, thanking Heaven “Your faith! You can have no faith in me! I deceived you— “I have forgotten it,” said Harley, in his grave, kind voice. “I darkened your life as far as I could darken it! I was base, deceitful! “You must not think thus! Do not—” “Oh, I must speak, or my heart will break! I have had this He pressed the hand he held, and said: “Think no longer of me as one whom you have wronged, but as She sobbed and trembled. “Oh, you fill me with shame! How could I have treated you so! Her head fell upon his hand holding her own, and she burst into Harley looked at her in silence. An inexpressible sweetness and “Augusta, remember what I wrote in my letter—if I have anything
“Oh, thank you!—thank you!” came in faltering tones from his “God, the all-merciful, has bidden us forgive one another, as we Before he was aware of her intention, she caught his hand, and Miss Clementina had entered just in time to see Harley and his “Oh, excuse me!” cried Miss Clementina, with an excited laugh, Harley rose and bowed. “You do not disturb us, madam,” he said, calmly; “pray remain.”
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. |