Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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A SUDDEN RECOGNITION. aR ful threats? Did the golden hair lay matted in some foul corner, while the eye, bluer than heaven, sent stony glances after that they could never see? Before she knew it, the round tears were rolling from her eyes, and hearing voices coming that way, she hastily threw down her thick vail and turned her face from the sea. Two young men passed her. She could not forbear one glance, and that sent a thrill of fear through brain and heart, The personage nearest her—tall, straight, and swarthy—was & foreigner. It needed but one glance at his thick, curling mustache and piercing eyes to rec- ognize him. It was Senor Abrates, a Cuban, and boon com- panion of Don Carlos. Why was he here, following so quickly upon her absence, but as a spy sent by her uncle’s ward? The horrible apprehension seized her that she was discovered that Don Carlos had probably taken the next vessel that sailed after the Eagle, and they were on her track; they would hunt her down as the hound hunts the timid hare. She grew sick and cold at the thought, and gathered her vail in thicker folds. She fancied that the young man half paused as he neared her as if about to speak, and, as she hurried away with trembling limbs it seemed to her that she was followed. After a long, quick walk, however, she ventured to look round. There was no one in sight and she breathed more freely. ¥ CGOnmmicooOoks.conn ip