Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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¢ 42 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. “IT have heard him talk of you and of a Don Carlos. Pray what kind of a man is Don Carlos ? , Manuel dislikes him ex- _ ceedingly, I should think.” “ He is pleasant, generally,” said Minerva, cautiously; “ but he does not make many friends, I believe.” “ Here comes Manuel; it must be supper-time.” The young man came in—with graceful self- possession greeted Minerva, and presently the three were seated at an elegant little supper-table, on which glistened a silver service. Scarcely had the meal been tasted when the door-bell rang, and Senor Velasquez was ushered in. Manuel's face said how - provoking! and the planter himself apologized with elegant suavity, but seemed none the less inclined to partake with them. His presence destroyed Minerva’s pleasure; she was sure the man looked upon her with an evil eye, that he was — a spy of Don Carlos; she felt it every time he addressed her with such elaborate politeness. The evening, however, passed pleasantly in spite of his presence. Manuel was a delightfal singer, Senor Velasquez played the flute, and even Minerva consented to sing a few little ballads. By the time she re- tired to rest, the young girl had forgotten her vexatious fores bodings, and when Dora, with her childish grace, wound her arms about her neck, and whispered, “Don’t you think Manuel sings well,” she made the artless reply, “I think your brother dues every thing well, my dear friend.” comlicbooks.com