Love at the Loom — page 255: what you’re looking at

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“They may kill me, ‘but te shat not corps me wed, ” whispered Goldie, in horror. — “Tt matters not to me whether you wed one of ‘them or not. Dishonor will be your portion if you do not. But that I must leave to you. There is another thing: You are very beautiful. I admit it. You are exquisitely beautiful.” She smiled hideously as she spoke, de eyes roving © over the bewitching form and face of the poor girl. — “Really, I do not wonder that Donald fell in love with you. I think any man would. See how infatu- ated my father was! Your beauty makes you danger- ous to the peace of other women, Goldie. Did you ever think of that?” “Oh, Heaven’s mercy! what awful thought is in your brain now ?” gasped Goldie, terrified by what she saw revealed in the glittering eyes of the other. a “What! does my face betray what is going on within? It is bad, Goldie, dear, to have a- telltale. face. Perhaps it will be otherwise with you in the future.” 3 Her hand- was stealing down into the folds of her gown, as she spoke in tones that were a horrible mock- ery of tenderness and love. _ And she glided constantly nearer to Goldie, her lurid eyes fixed like coals of fire on the blanched face and cowering form. Re at -COMICHOOKS).cO | sceipichaey nN