Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 161: what you’re looking at

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156 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI, was in some political intrigue. The truth is, [ believe in my own heart she is a rebel spy, or some such thing, and we have nothing to do with her intrigues. I shall sound your bugbear Morecombe when he returns.” But Ralph Morecombe did not return; day after day passed on, and the gardener’s place was still unoccupied. Our servants came down from the city, and located them- selves; a boy was hired, at first by the day, to do the gar- dener’s work, then fora month, and no one came to dis- place him. After a week my father had to go to the city, summoned thence by Mr. Speingle, and we were left alone at Silverlea. Alone and unmolested, the most perfect peace and se- curity reigned here. ‘Time stole on, and touched my dis- turbed heart with balm; I began to breathe more freely as the days went on; my dark fears had proved groundless. I became in a measure happy in our charming Silverlea with my beloved mother and sister. It was Joy itself to me to lead Isolina daily to some farther point of interest in onr sylvan retreat, and to comfort her shadowed life through Nature’s loveliness. CHAPTER XX. I CRY ‘‘ WOLF” ONCE MORE. ‘¢In your eye there is death, There is frost in your breath, * of ok * * So keep where youare; you are foul with sin; She would shrink to the earth if you came in.” TENNYSON. Strangely intermingled with the tender life I lived with my sister, was the weary life I hid from her. I had a restless spirit which could not be laid wholly, however secure we seemed to be; I was forever watching, sometimes placidly, sometimes feverishly, always vigilantly. Every evening, when the heat of the day was over, I rode out on horseback, accompanied by Nelson. Dr. Graves had been to see Isolina, and Dr. Graves had ordered that it should be so, after studying me sharply for some time. This exercise formed in mea habit which no one could gholly account for, nor could I account for it myself. No CORNUCG OOO S (©)