Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 150: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZL. 143 said the dear girl; ‘‘and I brought you this to comfort you.” Then we had a confidential little chat on subjects which lay particularly near my heart; and I listened with a happy, glowing face to praises of a certain friend of mine, in whose excellence I took a very warm interest. I believe my heart was almost recovered from the sick de- pression which I had felt for two days, when we went down stairs to lunch. Miss Cranstown, with a flow of spirits which never flagged, and clever jokes innumerable, made herself wonderfully useful, assisted in the final packing of the various trunks, which were to be ready for the cabman at four _ o'clock. Yet, when the final moment came, and my sister, fragile, pale, and lovely as a lily, stood in the door-way, where the smoky, city-grown foliage clambered up to touch her, and the languid flowers breathed faint incense, Belle broke down at last, and her sunny face grew pale with suppressed grief, while she bade my sister farewell; but her rushing tears were hidden from us all, as the dear, unselfish girl tied on her little hat, and quietly turned away, to trip modestly down the street and out of sight. Mr. Ernest Lindhurst met us at the railway station, and lingered as long ashe might within the car; then, with a shriek and a jolt, our train got into motion. My friend sprang upon the platform, and stood, with hat uplifted, and earnest regards, until we had glided away; then, with a quicker motion, like a racer when the blood pulsates through his veins and he leaps to the sweep of the first heat, we were borne onward to the new scenes, and left the old be- hind us. ; - o . wp a : - eo - . —“ a. a> hh eek Bet ues Ow i Gomicbooks. eo}