Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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es A BLACK EYE. . 43 CHAPTER VIII. HERMAN RELEASED. Don CARLos stood before a looking-glass. Many were his muttered imprecations as he met the gaze of a disfigured face. His right eye rejoiced in numerous colors beside its ori- ginal black. . A wound upon his cheek had not improved the appearance of his countenance. The Don was dressed in a gay gown, and from his embroidered cap depended a heavy tassel of gold. His dressing-case was a model of luxurious beauty. Bottles chased with silver and gold—little cushions of satiny sofiness—brushes with handles of ivory—every thing rich, expensive, and rare. “The scoundrel! he will pay dear for this,” muttered Don Carlos as he lifted a cane from its corner and limped out of the room. “Ah! welcome down-stairs, my dear Carlos,” said the old general, rising with alacrity, while at a look from him, with- ered Mancha, who was embroidering on a bit of yellow satin, brought a light foot-stool for the invalid. “ And how are you this morning ?” “ A little stiff in the joints,” said Don Carlos with a disagree- able laugh. “My good aunt if you would be so kind as to leave guardy and me alone a few moments.” ~ The senora humbly picked up her work and left’ the room. “Now my good friend, what have you heard, and what have you been doing?” asked Don Carlos, turning to the general. <i “ Wonders! wonders!” exclaimed the general, rubbing his hands with intense satisfaction. “The consul has stirred him- self in the business, and finds our prisoner guiltless of all con- spiracy. My dear fellow, El Americano is to be pardoned instantly on condition of his leaving the country.” “Well,” queried Don Carlos, impatiently, in a voice that betrayed that he expected more news of importance. comiclooolkS.conn