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104 VAN, ing that under this seeming show of courtesy was an indefinable something suggestive of a subtle enmity. And on his own part Van was conscious of a sudden feeling of dislike for this young fellow, with the form of a youthful Apollo, and his dark, finely cut features. But this perhaps arose from a spice of jealousy. Like Ninada herself, Flores in speech and manner showed every outward mark of refinement and good breeding. Neither of them appeared like young people who had been isolated from the world. Ninada pro- nounced her words with a slight trace of the Spanish accent peculiar to her own language, which itself added a grace to her conversation. Flores would have passed for a well educated young Spaniard or Brazilian in almost any society. And this was due in part to the natural aptitude as well as the real intellect of the race from which they had descended, and partly to the careful and thorough teaching of Mr. Briscoe himself. When Van’s uncle returned a little later, Van very modestly was telling of all that had befallen him since sailing in the schooner Rattler. Ninada, to whom the narrative was a new revelation, sat half reclining in a silk hammock, drinking in every word with rapt atten- tion. Flores, with folded arms, stood leaning against one of the vine-entwined stone pilasters, trying with but indifferent success to conceal his own evident interest in Van’s story. Then Mr. Briscoe himself began questioning Van con- cerning the death of his twin brother, Van’s father. The latter could only tell the little he had learned from Cap- tain Peterson. Captain James Briscoe had died of coast Eomichbooks co im