In Search of an Unknown Race — page 171: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 15¢ CHAPTER XXIV. DOWN THE AMAZON Ten minutes after Van had been struck by the poisoned arrow, Flores sauntered into the inclosure before Father Felix’s dwelling—coming, as Ninada noticed, in an en- tirely opposite direction from that taken by Van. ‘‘Did you not meet my cousin Van?” she asked anxiously. ‘* He has engaged passage for us in the little steamer that leaves this evening, and went in search of you.” ‘*Seen Van—why, no,” was the reply, in a tone of seeming: surprise. ‘‘You are quite sure?” persisted Ninada, fixing her deep, dark eyes steadily upon his own. Despite Flores’s perfect self-control, his gaze fell before that of the young girl. ‘‘Did you ever know me to tell you what was not true?” he returned, with a show of haughtiness which Ninada knew almost instinctively to be assumed. Before she could reply, Tom came hurrying up to the veranda. ‘‘Whar’s Mist’ Briscoe? I wants to tell him I’se changed my mind and is goin’ down to Para along of the party ’stid of back to Itambez,” he said, addressing himself to Ninada, and glancing inquiringly about him. ‘* You going?” blankly returned Flores, who by neo EoOmicdoo Ss (E(0) m