The Illegal Marriage — page 60: what you’re looking at

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52 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. ville at once,” he mused, as he passed out of the gate and mounted his horse. Old Morgan was sitting in an easy-chair when his daughter entered, and her appearance seemed to give him no more surprise than if she had been but a few moments away. He bore her affectionate greetings passively, then pushed her from him, kindly but wearily. Cecy was shocked, despite the doctor’s warning, to find so great a change in him. His wild, restless eyes, thin face and gray beard, long unshorn, gave hima orizzied and haggard appearance. Trembling dread- fully whenever he moved them, his gaunt fingers were constantly engaged in picking at the wrapper in which he was enveloped, or pointing to spots on the floor. Great tears gathered in Cecy’s eyes and slowly rolled down her cheeks, as she gazed upon his face and thought what a wreck he had become. She turned away to hide her feelings. Her own senses confirmed all that Doctor Trippe had told her, and though her father talked naturally enough now, she felt that his intellect was tottering: on the very verge of an abyss, over which it might be plunged at any time. Ten days passed during which time Morgan began toimprove. Impatient and irritable, he proved a great trial to those around him; yet even the serv- ants were patient and attentive. “He’s my old marster, anyway,” they were ac- customed to remark when speaking of him, “he ~nused me fromachild;” and so they put off the other negroes who wondered how they could bear with his temper. Cecy never wearied in attending to his comfort. comicbooks.con