In Search of an Unknown Race — page 123: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 113 but one cause for the other’s unfriendly attitude— namely, jealousy. For that Flores had something more than a friendly regard for his guardian's daughter was very plain. In our OWn more temperate climates this would have seemed merely a youthful folly to be quickly out- - grown. But among races who dwell in the tropics there is a different order of things. The clear moonlight was flooding the city with an almost noonday radiance. A wonderful stillness reigned in every locality. There were none of the sounds of tramping feet and rumbling wheels—of loud voices or of clanging church bells, as in our own great marts of busy trade. Van had been enjoying a stroll by himself in the public square, where in the cool of the evening and beauty ofthe moon rays, many of the younger people of Itambez were lingering. Many bright eyes were turned approvingly upon the manly form and regular features of the young stranger from another land, whose presence had now become familiar to many in the city. But it occurred to Van, as he turned away from the wonderfully beautiful scene, and made his way through the quiet streets, that among all the fair faces he had seen that evening there were none so lovely as that of his cousin Ninada. Now, this is no love story, please understand. Yet the threads of these two young lives were so curiously woven—by fate or by Providence as you may choose to think—that this natural element has to have its place. And surely there is nothing more beautiful than a pure EOmMiIcdoo ‘Ss (E(0) im