Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 80: what you’re looking at

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THRICE WEDDED. See. |} harbor, laden with its precious weight of human freight. Hundreds were gathered upon its wide, clean decks, gazing back upon the gradually receding spires and domes of the great city. Among these, but standing apart by themselves, was a gay and joyous party, who seemed to have cast all care and trouble to the winds, and who were happy only in the present, and in anticipations of the future. Madame Alroyd and Dora, attended by their servants, were of this party; and our lovely heroine was laughing and chatting merrily, as if no sorrow had ever clouded her fair brow or dimmed the luster of her clear blue eye. She could not be still. Her gayety sparkled and bubbled forth in a continual stream of bright sayings and musical, silvery laughter, for was she not bound for the land that held her darling? And perhaps she might by some chance meet him there! It should be no fault of hers if she did not; and she knew their hearts would speak for themselves when that happy day should arrive; and she felt earth could hold no yvreater joy for her than to be again clasped to his — loving, throbbing heart as in days of yore, and to feel that notuing earthly could ever again separate them. Many wondered at this bright, innocent beauty's excessive — life and joy that day, and many envious glances were drawn toward the group that was such a host of pleasure in itself. On the opposite side of the deck stood a man wrapped in a large traveling cloak, and with a hat slouched and drawn down over a pair of piercing black eyes. At his side stood another clad in like manner, only his hair was white, and he had a disagreeable stoop in his shoulders. Both these men were engaged in a low, muttering con- versation, while at the same time they cast baleful looks upon the party opposite, who little dreamed of the phantoms of evil lurking in their path, tracking their every footstep, and yowing eternal Bi Cuts CHAPTER XI. THE MIDNIGHT VISIT. Late one night, while the wind was howling dismally, and _the rain poured down in torrents, a carriage drawn by a pair €oO comicbooks