Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 195: what you’re looking at

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188 BEAUTIFUL RIENZL gloves on the stand, and went into the room which I pointed out. «There’s no one here,” he said, reappearing. _. Mrs. Haller opened my mother’s bedroom door and looked along the hall; he instantly approached her. «< Where are the patients, ma’am?” ‘‘ Here, sir—both in one bed,” moaned the old woman, raising her hands. He entered, and, like a spiritless child, I kept by his side. | My mother’s deep breathing filled the room; her face had become very pale, and somewhat drawn. My sister lay beside her as stiff and moveless as a figure shaped in clay. The doctor went first to her, and bent over her for a full moment. An expression of profound dismay was on his countenance when he looked up again. ‘‘Ts this Isolina?” he exclaimed. I assented. ‘¢T should not have known her,” he muttered, almost sternly. ‘‘Oh, poor girl!’ He examined her pulse, laid his ear on her heart, and felt her temples; then he bent down until his face almost touched her breathless lips. After this he went round to my mother. | _ In an instant he had seized her hand and was poring over it; it was now swollen and almost livid. ‘* How long has she been asleep?” he asked. ‘‘ Nearly an hour and a half.” : “Humph! What’s this? poultice? stuff! That’s right, my girl; put the medicine-chest down here, and be legs for me. Now, Miss Ivanilla,” he took my hand and led me to the door. -‘‘You are to get out of this and go to your own room, wherever that is, and do exactly what you’re told, and nothing else. Don’t look so despairing, child; I’ll tell you a bit of news to take away with you. I can’t find any traces of poison about your sister, and it’s not too late to save your mother, though the danger is great. There! I knew that would fill these dry little eyes with tears: exe) away now and cry, and then lie down and rest yourself a long while.” He pushed me away with gentle firmness, but still I clung to him in my newborn faith and trust. “Oh, sir,” I sobbed, ‘‘tell me who it is that has come “comicbooks.com