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Daniel P. Thompson The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests (1890)

O, how my heart is drawn away towards you! I often feel that I must fly up, like a bird, to be there. I should come now, but for what might be thought. I shall certainly be there in early spring. I can’t stay away, though I may come only to see what I could bear less easy than these haunting, troubled fancies. Mrs. Elwood, adieu. You won’t show this, or breathe a word about it,—I know you won’t; you could not be so cruel as that. Mrs. Elwood, may I not sign myself your friend?
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Daniel P. Thompson The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests (1890)

Claud, Claud Elwood,—can you love this beautiful girl at your side? You speak not. I know that you can. I relinquish, then, whatever I may have possessed of your heart, to her, if she wills. And why should she not? Why reject one whose life she would peril her own to save? She will not. Be you two, then, one; and may all the earthly happiness I once dreamed of, with none of the bitter alloy it has been my lot to experience, be henceforth yours.
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Daniel P. Thompson The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests (1890)

The maiden, with an easy and sprightly movement, then flung herself into her seat, and, with a paddle hastily whittled for her out of a piece of drift-wood, by the ever ready hunter, sent her little craft in a curving sweep into the lake; when, facing round to her preservers, while a sweet and grateful smile broke over her dimpling features, she bade and bowed them adieu, and went bounding over the undulating waves towards her home, on an island some miles distant, near the southeastern border of this romantic sheet of water.
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