Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 47: what you’re looking at

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40 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. When the last blue flame had given place to charred red. rings, I turned haughtily to Cecil Beaumont. — “You have forfeited my esteem, sir. I wish you good- evening, and go to inform my sister of the fate of her letter.” He paid no heed to me. His pale, dangerous face was full of scornful amusement. ‘‘ What does she write to him for? What has she to do writing to Dr. Pem . «‘ Hush!’ I hissed, putting my hands on myears. ‘I shall listen no more. If you are a gentleman, forbear?’ He gazed at me incredulously, then burst into a loud, ex- cited laugh. ‘< Does she make a tool of you, poor little girl? Doesshe tell you nothing for your fidelity?” I stamped my foot with rage. “Sir!” I exclaimed, ‘‘it would be well if I knew nothing when I fall into the unscrupulous hands of a desperado, who infringes the rules of honor!” I rushed to Isolina’s room. “That madman—that Cecil Beaumont is down stairs waiting to see you,” I gasped. ‘‘ He wrenched your letter from me and read the name—only the name, sister—do not look so dreadful. Idid not hear it, and I burned the letter for fear he might open it. Oh! something dreadful is going to happen; he is half insane.” *« Dreadful enough!” said Isolina. She went down stairs with a face as cold and impla- ae as Nemesis herself, and the drawing-room door was shut. I wrung my hands with terror, and felt half-possessed. But I had to calm myself and goto Lillia. Yet all the while she dressed and chattered I felt faint and sick from inward apprehension. comicbooks (Ee)