Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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~ § THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. tiently. It was evident that the calm wind of the previous night had freshened into a gale. The ship leaped and plunged, and the ominous clattering as of ten thousand dishes, became every moment louder, while the shouts above, grew more hoarse and continuous. Sad was that weary watching till the dawn, and welcome the first gray streak that slanted across the little state-room. Minerva attempted in vain to rise. The fearful giddiness of sea-sickness was upon her—the ominous sinking and depres- sion that makes the malady seem tenfold more terrible. The gale had somewhat abated its violence—but the ship yet plunged from one large waye-top to the other. Perplexing herself with wearying thought, she yet looked for some token from Herman. He might be as ill in his state-room as she was in hers, but surely he could send a mes- sage by the stewardess, or if there were other passengers, of which she was doubtful, by them or the captain. The savory smell of coffee saluted her senses. Breakfast was being prepared, then; some one might think of her. She was not mistaken. In a few moments the door of her state- room opened, and the pleasant face of the stewardess appeared, oN ad through the steam of the beverage she held in her hand, - © Minerva greeted her with a smile. Tt, was good to see a human countenance, even that of a stranger. “How are you, miss ?” the girl asked simply. Minerva shook her head ; her look was expressive. “Ah, you are not used to the sea,” said the girl—“get all right in good time. Take some strong coffee, that will make you better. Very pretty ;” she added, nodding her head approvingly, as Minerva shook the long curling hair that had fallen from its fastenings, and hung in glittering curls all over the pillow. - The young girl smiled languidly and tasted the coffee. [t give her strength, for she lifted herself in the narrow bed, and her eyes grew brighter. “The gentleman who came with me,” she said, turning to the stewardess, who, with an admirable sea-gait, was placing the little state-room in order—“is he ill, do you think, this conicloooks.com