Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THRICE WEDDED. CHAPTER I. “go! AND MY WORST CURSES GO WITH you!” In a retired street in one of the inland cities of Massa- chusetts stood a neat and attractive little cottage of purest white, the dark green of its blinds making it seem still whiter beneath the dazzling sunshine of a lovely June morning. Its little gem of a yard was surrounded by the daintiest of white fences, and filled with the brightest and choicest of flowers, showing that the owner was a person of taste and refinement. The neatly graveled walk, from which every intruding blade of grass was carefully plucked, led to a smooth, wide stepping-stone as clean and spotless as a daily application of soap and water could make it. ‘The door stands invitingly open this bright morning, but we will not enter just yet. An introduction first is neces- sary to its inmates. The sound of wheels is heard, and down the street comes a light, elegant buggy, drawn by a noble, spirited, but yet gentle horse of coal black. On and on it comes, until, ata — word from the driver, it stops directly in front of the gate before the little cottage. — A boy of perhaps fourteen or fifteen years of age sprang lightly to the ground, tied his horse, then, with a look of yes a Eomicbooks (e(e)