Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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13 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. CHAPTER Il. SAD NEWS. BANDOLA went back to the state-room, with a slow step. Minerva had managed to rise, and had nearly completed her toilet. She looked very pale, and her large, dark eyes were supernaturally bright with excitement and expectation. She fully expected to see Herman, as the little door opened. A slight flash mantled her cheek—a smile broke over her face. It was changed to a sudden look of disappointment—and that again to an expression of vague terror, for there was that in the kind face of the stewardess that made her heart sink. “What! has he not come!” she asked. “Lady—” the girl stopped tlrere—not knowing how to com- municate the rest. . “It can not be that he is not on board!” cried Minerva, growing every moment paler. : “He will come in another ship;” said Bandola, catching at the vinaigrette that laid on the pillow; “don’t faint, lady; -T’'m sure he will come; he will take a vessel this very day; it will sail maybe, quicker than this; you will meet him there, perhaps in New York.” “No—no—you can never know what reasons I have for fear—what terrible reasons;” the poor young girl almost gasped. - “But you will see him; you will certainly see him ;” said the stewardess, the tears coming to her eyes. “ *t take on so, or you will be sick, and that will spoil your beauty ;” she added, in the hope that an appeal to her woman’s impulse might be successful. “Oh! Iam unfortunate ;” wailed the poor girl—* they know that I have gone; they will waylay him; they will kill him; I shall never, never see him again. Is there no way for me to get back?—no way ?—no returning ship? Oh, in mercy conmiclbooks.com