Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 167: what you’re looking at

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158 MADLY IN LOVE. CHAPTER XIX. MADLY IN LOVE. About three o’clock on the day preceding their departure from Cairo, Gertrude and Arthur went to visit the Citadel for the last time, to hear the music, and Miss Cameron, who had been busily packing most of the forenoon, went out for a breath of fresh air. Knowing of no more restful or retired spot than the old earden she slipped through the gate and wandered about for an hour or more, under the shade of the orange trees. Somewhat fatigued with walking, at length, she seated herself on the trunk of a fallen tree and opened a _ book, which she had brought with her, but as nature around her was so bewitching that she found it a bore to pin her atten- tion to the pages before her, she soon laid it down. She was nearly hidden from the path by a clump of old tress, while at her feet flowed a tiny brooklet. So absorbed did she become in contemplating the quiet beauty on every side of her, that she did not hear approaching footsteps and it was not until the snapping of a twig, near by, startled her and caused her to raise her eyes that they met the equally surprised ones of Dick Forrest. “Oh! Is it you Mr. Forrest?’’ she exclaimed, recovering herself first. ‘Did I frighten you? What are you doing alone here?’’ he asked, in his turn. ‘Pretending to read; in reality watching that fiock of crows circling over yonder. I cannot make out what is the matter with them. What a noise they make! Every after- CORMEMOOOK<S.COhm