Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 89: what you’re looking at

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82 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. day,” he said, with a succession’ of bows. ‘‘The ex- citement which she experienced to-day has left her in a very weak state. J will undertake to have her ail ready for her friends to-morrow morning. Madam, for her sake, will you agree to this?” i . ‘“No!” answered my father for me, rising and looking resolutely at the doctor full in the face. ‘‘ We shall either leave this house with the lady we demand, or I shall force you to answer for every dishonest dealing which has taken place since your private asylum was formed.” ) « Gently—gently, my dear sir!” exclaimed Doctor Oaks, turning yellow with alarm; ‘‘there’s no necessity in the world for such violent measures—and of course I do not fear them, even if you put them into execution. However, it shall be as you wish—the young person shall be deliv- ered up.” | He departed with great alacrity, leaving us breathing more freely, in the hope that she was still within our reach. The man in livery came and lit a small gasolier in the hall, and then pleasantly grinning, whispered a few re- marks to us. ‘“There’s been the greatest rumpus! Mr. Warrick is furious, and determined not to give in. He’s for putting you off, and then making tracks, bag and baggage, through the night; but Oaks, who’s the awfullest coward ever dared to be a rogue, won't have it so. I guess, though, the doctor will give vou the girl all right now.” | His head suddenly disappeared as a distant sound became audible, and we were left once more alone. Some minutes expired in silent attention, when my ears caught the sound of feet approaching; not heavy and pon- derous footsteps, but such as set my heart beating tumultu- ously. I gazed down the long stone corridor and saw two women approaching-—one in a blue serge gown, the other in brown. She came, white and eager-faced; her hands outstretched, her eyes straining, her heart out-leaping her haggard feet; she came at last, my lost sister, and fell upon my breast. Oh, Heaven be thanked for this joy! I wiped away her rushing tears, and with convulsive em- braces whispered words of incoherent joy. ? cEomichbooks (G(0) im