Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 81: what you’re looking at

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76 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI, ‘‘T am afraid we shall find it hard to get her out of their clutches,” said my father. ‘‘It is clear to me from what you say that the whole concern is a swindle, where any, one can be safely kept out of the way by paying well. The surest way of recovering her, would be to pay Dr. Oakr 4 visit this evening In company with a couple of detectives. ~ ‘‘ But father!’ I exclaimed, turning pale, ‘‘do you for- get that a warrant is already issued for the murderer of young Beaumont? Are you willing to have our poor Isolina torn from us at the instant of ourreunion, to undergo a public trial?” We remained gazing at each other for some minutes. I cannot even faintly portray the repugnance and consterna- tion which we both felt as we contemplated our poor Iso- lina’s position; perfectly stanch in our convictions of her Innocence, at that moment we both regarded the arm of the law with anything but friendly feelings. ‘“Ransom her, father,” J said, “‘ take any peaceable course to make them give her up quietly, and let us take her privately home, until we can go safely somewhere for the summer with her. She is not strong enough for any trouble just now.” “‘T will certainly keep her out of the reach of any ras- cally warrant,” said my father, firmly, ‘‘until we have heard her own explanations, and gathered proofs of her Innocence. We will go this very hour for her, and try, by elther threats or bribery to get her out of their hands, be- fore they have time to remove her out of our reach.” “They will not look for any communication before to- morrow,” I said. ‘‘So we will take them unawares if we go to-night.” We conferred together some minutes longer, at theend of which Nelson was dispatched for a carriage, and I went to gather some needful articles of clothing for my sister, while my father filled his pocket-book with bills, in case of need, | It was a few minutes to six when we left the house and drove swiftly down to the Jersey City ferry. «Jf all else fails,” continued my father sadly, ‘‘I shall be obliged to put the matter in the hands of the police, even at the risk of seeing the poor girl conveyed from the mad-house to the prison.” ‘¢ Do not fall back upon that,” I urged, anxiously, ‘‘ un- COMICOOO S (©)