Summary

A Californian The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco

Why did I repair the ravages time had made in this old mansion? Why strive to give an air of comfort to my habitation?—Because I deemed it would be the abode of bliss. She—my child, hath made it the abode of despair!—But, no matter, a few years of neglect, desolation will spread around, and hearth, roof, and tree will be ruined, like my happiness, and broken as my heart!—My daughter!—my Clara! Oh! misery! misery! She is gone! she is lost forever!’
As he thus spoke he rushed from the room, and my agony was so great that I could not help groaning aloud.
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A Californian The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco

A father’s curse is heavy; shall I paint this agonizing suffering to you, child! I can do so; for I have felt it. I have it now. I once had a daughter.’
‘Oh, sir, do not name her!’ I cried, with a feeling of agony, too powerful for utterance.
‘Oh, how I doted on that daughter,’ he continued, and his countenance betrayed the terrible mental agony he was enduring. ‘How I adored her, words cannot tell; thoughts cannot measure! Yet—she sacrificed me to a villain,—her ingratitude has bleached this head,—her wickedness has broken this heart, and now my detestation is upon her!
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A Californian The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco

I know them both!’
‘You know them?’ cried Monteagle, struggling to throw off his friend’s firm grasp, ‘but is that any reason that they should murder each other?’
‘That fellow seduced his wife!’ cried Blodget.
‘Promise, villain! promise!’ roared the man with a pistol. ‘Promise, or I finish you on the spot.’
‘Help, I say,’ cried the undermost man, frothing with rage and pale with terror—‘Release me from this madman.’
‘Madman!’ cried he with the pistol. ‘Is it mad that I am when I claim that you shall marry the woman whom you have stolen away from home and happiness.
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