The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 38: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 39 but whether to look for his gloves, or steal a kiss from Amy, I leave my readers to guess. Gridley was waiting for him at the door. “ You love that girl?’ said the old man, sud- denly stopping and fixing his eyes upon his com- panion. ** TI do.” “ And what then ?”’ “What then!” repeated the young man. ‘“ The question implies a doubt of my honour and Amy’s virtue.” “* Both may be in danger.” “No, by heavens! I should scorn—loathe myself, were I capable of a thought of ill towards her. It was not till this evening that I was fully aware of the nature of my feelings. How I shall act I know not; but this I know—that Amy Lawrence may become my wife, but never my mistress; the memory of the dead and dying alike forbid it.”’ ‘‘ Master Henry,” said the old man, “you have a generous heart. Forgive me; if you really love the girl, tell me candidly—I’ll find the way to make her yours.” ** You ?” cé ].”’ ‘ And my uncle ?” ‘Curse him!”’’ exclaimed the old man, passionately. “ Gridley!” _ « I know not what I say,” resumed the clerk; ‘ the COniiclooecl SS (SO