In Search of an Unknown Race — page 111: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

VAN. IOI rassment, and placed two slender white hands in Van’s brown palm, at a signal from her father, Ninada was then only fifteen, but in face and form she seemed at least two yearsolder. Her features were exquisite, her complexion that of the clearest brunette, with the unfathomable dusky eyes of a Spanish senorita. Her wonderful wealth of silky black hair, shot through with a natural ripple, was coiled deftly about her small head, and there confined by a golden arrow incrusted with diamonds. A simple flowing robe of some creamy white fabric, encircled at the slender waist by a crimson sash of quaint workmanship, fell in unconfined folds to her small feet. ‘‘This is your Cousin Van, Ninada,” said her father. Van, coloring through his sunburned skin, murmured something unintelligible, and unconsciously gave a slight pressure to the girl’s slim white hands before relinquishing them. ‘‘As the wise men said, my brother James is no longer living,” continued Mr. Briscoe, with a sigh; ‘‘and it is his son who has come these thousands of miles to claim what I have set apart for my kith and kin.” ‘‘How brave you must be, my cousin,” said the young girl, in clear musical tones. There was much to be said and told on both sides, but only the briefest explanations were then entered upon. Mr. Briscoe was soon called away. Then, sit- ting on a broad stone bench under the cooling shade, Van listened with eager interest while Ninada, with charming frankness, took her new found friend at once into her confidence, Gomichooks (E(0) im