Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 175: what you’re looking at

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168 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. Nelson opened the door. His face was glowing, and his voice animated; our excitement had infected him. “Shall I drive home, or straight on? ‘The little buggy is Just ahead down in the next hollow. I could catch up in ten minutes, ma’am.’ “Straight on, ne * said my mother, without a mo- ment’s hesitation. We must see the lady in the carriage.” He sprang to his seat, and Silverlea vanished from my eyes. CHAPTER XXII. A WILD-GOOSE CHASE. ‘*God gave you that tongue of yours, and set it between your teeth to make known your true meaning, not to be rattled like a muffin- man’s bell.””—CarLyYLe. A train left Shirley Sands, at half-past one, and from the haste in which the carriage was flying it seemed as if the lady intended to elude us by catching the train; we had six - miles to go, from the gate of Silverlea; it was a quarter to one, now. On, on! down into a hollow, where the surly blast sud- denly missed us, and howled over our heads in the upper current; then out on the long sand beach, and through the cr awling foam by a short cut, and up a long hill before we came in sight again of the pursued. ‘‘ What are they doing?” cried my mother, dropping the _ front window; ‘‘do they seem to see us, Nelson?” ‘Don’t know, ma’am; they keep too snug. Can’t see nothing, ma’am, but a big, black umbrella, and the little horse a-spanking 1b!” _ He urged on the already excited bays, and slowly, imper- ceptibly, we gained upon the buggy. «‘She is without doubt trying to escape us!” ejaculated my mother, after watching speechlessly; ‘‘and oh, horrors! she may be successful! We are but a mile from Shirley Sands; and it is twenty minutes past one. She has but to rush into the station, secure a ticket, and be away before our very eyes!” I wrung my hands and gazed forth. The piercing shriek of the coming train broke through comicbooks.co