A Silver Brand — page 226: what you’re looking at

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218° A SILVER BRAND, Lina, with one of her flashing, saucy glances. “You should be ashamed of it.” , The careless thrust went home. “You are right,” said Stephano, meekly. “I have stolen his name, and I am ashamed.” “Do you really know him?” demanded Lina, standing over him with shining eyes and smiling red lips. “Oh, tell me if he had accomplished my errand. Did he send you to tell me my true name ?” Stephano was not looking at her face, bright and beauti- ful and glowing as it was. dis eyes had gone beyond to the calm and saintly blue orbs turned upon him in such sweet and serious attention. “T should not wonder if that is what it amounts to,” he murmured, “for I can, and I shall tell you all you desire to know.” Lina clapped her hands joyously. “Oh, how thankful I am that all this has happened,” she cried, in her pretty, impetuous way. “Only think, only think, Serena! I shall know at last. We shall be happy at last.” “We”? repeated Stephano, wistfully. “Ves. Serena andI. Do you think I shall accept any grandeur or happiness that Serena does not share,” re- turned Lina, clasping her friend’s hand tenderly. “Vou are a tender-hearted, generous little creature,” exclaimed Stephano, warmly. “And why don’t you tell me? why do you not speak ?” persisted Lina. “Not to night, dear, he is weak, and ill, and you must not try him any further, ” said Serena, in her mild but authoritative fashion. “You also will be too excited to * obtain any rest, and remember we have a long and tedious day before us, perhaps many weary days of imprisonment. Since the gentleman is so far recovered we had best leave him to sleep. Wecan bolt this inner door from intrusion, you see, even though we are also bolted on the other side from escape. The best thing for us all is to find what strength we can in rest and sleep. Perhaps to-morrow will show us a safe way of escape, or our friends may find us. We shall need anight’s rest at all events. Sone Lina, to-morrow you shall have the story.” She drew Lina into the little dreary-looking room be- yond, and then came back to set the water within reach of Stephano’s hand, and to give him a biscuit from the closet. When this was done she took up an unlighted candle and comicbooks (Efe)