Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 45: what you’re looking at

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38 | BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. and I saw affright written there, as plainly as if I had been a horrible vision from the other world. ‘Darling, it is only Iva!” I murmured, soothingly. She had a letter in her hand. I now divined the cause of ies her agitation; she did not wish me to see the letter, yet she Nd would not wound my feelings by openly concealing it. ae The brilliant gas-light was shining on the open page—my sister's eyes were jealously watching mine. I hid my face on her arm; my feelings of devotion and fidelity were quiv- ering beneath the shock of her distrust; my cheeks were scarlet, and tingled on her arm, ‘« Put it away,” I whispered; ‘1 wish to know nothing, but I have seen a name.” She folded up the letter, steadily regarding me. ‘¢What name did you see, Ivanilla?’ ‘‘Mrs. Victor Joselyn.” She turned her back to me, and looked out of the dark koe window again. | ae ‘¢Well——”_ she said, in a strange, unnatural tone; _ — -*€ would you like to ask anything about her?” Bye ‘“T don’t want to know anything about her that you are - not inclined to tell,” I rejoined, in a trembling voice. oo ‘© She is—or rather was—connected with a friend of mine; Bees that is all,” said Isolina, after a pause; ‘‘ but it matters little now who she was—she is dead.” I did not know what to say; I was unaccountably shocked. «‘ Are you satisfied?” asked Isolina, turning an ashy white face to me again. Her expression was so despairing that I once more flung my arms round her, and burst into tears. ‘‘ Let me comfort you!” I sobbed; ‘‘ oh, darling, let me!” . §. aye ve ~ ee +» Lu - K «* Love me, Ivanilla—there’s no one else to love me!” was B the only answer. ia Tsolina roused herself from a trance of grief, and went to ‘S her desk. I saw now that she had been-writing; a sealed ie envelope lay on the stand, which she proceeded to stamp, ae after which she lifted it irresolutely and looked at me. st ‘‘T would like this mailed to-night,” she said. in an hum- ie ble tone, ‘‘and I scarcely like to give it to Nelson myself, ate ete vy PA iets = 4 +: 4 ee * “) a? ave - as his curiosity might be aroused. You are always sending letters to mamma, and it would be nothing unusual.” “* Give it to me,” I cried, eagerly. —* And you will not—will not-——” (9) * Comicbooks.com — - ~ q - 4 eae ww eo ol Tia + pu A eee). See Ce