Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 91: what you’re looking at

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ST peg sty aD” ie EW inh: metry B. 4 Be 84 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. And at last my father was free to take his long-lost child in his arms, and bid her fear and grieve no more. She was his again, leaning on his heart as she had nestled, a happy, happy infant; she would creep into her place there, and tell him all the woeful story that had riven her from him, and never again should he suffer one shadow to come betwee his darling girl and him. es «Look up—look up, my precious one,” he was whisper- ing; ‘‘don’t tremble any more, you are safe now, you are in your old father’s arms, and he will keep you safe, my Lina.” But she only trembled the more, and clung with her cold, pale hands to me, never speaking, never lifting her hidden face. “Give her time—let her feel that she is safe,” I whis- pered. | So in silence we whirled through the crowded streets, and brought her home in the lamplight. We led her up the garden path amid scented hyacinths, and, with our eyes filled with tears, bade her joyous wel- come. ‘“You’ve come back to your father’s roof, my darling, and Heaven grant that you may be safe and happy here!” The servants gathered round with many a noisy exclama- tion of joy and consternation quickly following; Sophie spasmodically dropping torrents of tears hovered with long- ing eyes, and did what my father and I left undone, in our urgent affection; and at last the dear wanderer was left with us alone, and we were free to hear that hidden story of - her woe. And now it struck me how silent she had been since first we clasped her; how strangely passive and subdued, and now I saw that the proud, free spirit evermore had fled—that the fire, the vehemence of old was cold and lifeless, that the hidden soul was heavy with the horrors it had seen. ‘<Speak now, my beloved child,” said my father, tenderly; ‘pour into our ears the strange events which have kept you from us, and placed you in that frightful place, and trust me to find the brutal offenders and punish them.” She turned as pallid as death; her teeth chattered; she eyed him with terror; she shrank back from him. “‘Tva—Iva!” she moaned, casting herself into my arms; ‘tell him not to—not to make me speak!” ‘Comicbooks:co