Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 241: what you’re looking at

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234 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. ‘‘ We have gone four miles since we left the gipsy camp. One mile more.” ) At last Morecombe stopped unexpectedly and alighted to drag aside a fir-tree which appeared to have been uprooted, but which in reality covered the entrance of a narrow path which meandered through the dense foliage. After replac- ing the tree, he led the horse up cautiously for some ten minutes, and finally stopped before what appeared to be a dismantled cottage. There was an air of dissolution over the whole place. The gipsy-camp was light and beauty and joy compared to this. Morecombe silently lifted me to the ground, and turned away. Atthe same moment the cottage door opened with an agonized creak. A figure stood trembling on the door-sill, a figure that could come no farther, though its eager arms were out- stretched, and its lovely, passionate face was bathed with the tears of joyful welcome. ‘‘ Come, come, come!” cried my darling. ‘‘I cannot move for gratitude. Oh, friend, faithful and true!” And I bounded into my sister’s arms, CHAPTER XXXT, THE TIES OF BLOOD. **God’s mercy, maiden! Does it curd thy blood To say Iam thy mother! What’s the matter, That the distempered messenger of wet, The many-colored iris, rounds thine eye? Why? That you are my daughter.” AtL’s WELL THAT ENDS WELL. I strained her to my heart; at first I could not speak. My arms wound themselves round her as if they would never loosen. , ‘¢ What can tear us apart now?” I thought. ‘“‘Calm yourself,” murmured my sister. ‘‘ Be brave, my darling, and make the most of this merciful opportunity.” ““Only tell me what to do?” I whispered. ‘<I will be brave and patient, but I willnever leave this place without ou.” d « Alas!” “comicbooks:co