In Search of an Unknown Race — page 113: what you’re looking at

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VAN, 103 CHAPTER XV. IN A GOLDEN CITY. Mr. Briscor’s household, as Van learned, consisted of himself, Ninada, and a young fellow named Flores, to whom Mr. Briscoe had acted as guardian since the death of his parents—Flores’s father having been chief magis- trate before Van’s uncle. ‘‘Flores is very nice-looking, and speaks your lan- guage even better than I do,” said Ninada, slowly. ‘‘ Father has taken great pains to teach and tell him about your country, and he is very intelligent and in- teresting; but ‘4 And here she stopped, with her slim finger just touch- ing her lips, as a slenderly built young fellow, dressed very much after the manner of his guardian, glided sud- denly from the arching doorway and confronted the two. ‘‘Flores,” said Ninada—and Van fancied that he de- tected the least shade of pride in her tone and manner ‘‘this is my Cousin Vance from the far-away country father has told about. His father is no longer living, so he has himself come in answer to my father’s letter.” ‘‘So I see,” was the cool and easy reply. But he smiled as he spoke, and extended his hand in true Euro- pean style. Yet as Van took it he had an intuitive feel- EOmiGcbdoo Ss