Love at the Loom — page 267: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A ‘PUTILE STRUGGLE. “tt seemed impossible that such things could flappe we in a civilized land; but the fact stared poor Goldie i in the face. Tf hope had pointed out one loophole of escape, ae would have had the courage to struggle. But there seemed nothing to do but submit. It was horrible beyond measure to think of going : with wretches who avowed such purposes as they did, — a gE _ but the terror which the fury of Mildred had sick within her actually made her’ feel safer with even sek pair of ruffians. Moreover, it was plain that she would have pleaded in vain to be permitted to remain in the power of _ Mildred. There was no choice whatever, unless she a preferred to be carried away under the influence of a drug, which would leave her helpless. Horrible as the choice was, it was better to accept the alternative and go’ quietly with the men. “I will put my faith in Heaven,” she said to the man. “I have done no harm, and I know Heaven a ; will protect me.” Micboo! “Put your faith where you will, ” he sneered ; “but |