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62a THE PRISONER OF LA. VINTRESAE. nerva felt a dizzy faintness, but -her effort at selfcommand was effectual... Senor Abrates did not notice her even by a glance. TL.e thread-bare shawl, and antiquated bonnet, made no de- mands upon his fashionable attention. He passed on by her, as if utterly unconscious of her presence, and she hurried from the ship, anxious only to regain her solitude and relieve her full heart.by. bitter tears. She had nearly reached the street 4. where her lodgings were, all the time dimly conscious of fo_- lowing footsteps—but her mind was so filled with her trouble ‘that.she did not stop to ask ifany new danger threatened. She was now on the door-step, her hand touching the rusted latch of the wooden entrance, when suddenly her whole soul grew dark as if some awful shadow had enveloped it inden- - sest.gloom. The footsteps had ceased, ._Too much frightened to look, she yet felt that there was a presence beside her, and darting into the house, she did not pause till safely*within her own chamber and the lock. secured, she threw herself breath- less and trembling upon her low bed. After some moments” had elapsed, she went cautiously to the window and looked out. Her impressions had not deceived her. Standing mo- tionless on the opposite side of the street was a tall figure, en- veloped in a cloak which he handled gracefully as only a Spaniard can, At that moment he was turning away, an- noyed it might have been by the faxed ata: stare of a group of chil- dren, who. in, their turn had constituted themselves a body- guard of gazers, whose impertinence equaled his own. Mi- -nerva knew. then that Senor Velasquez had found her out in spite of her disguise. Indignation fired her blood—her pas __ sion made her walk the floor fiercely with clenched hands, ¥ and the often reiterated exclamation—“ He shall not insult me thus! What right has he to invade my privacy? I will not be known—I defy him—I defy them all—I will outwit them all.” .. It occurred to her then to form some other plan, qnd she sat down to deliberate. . Her money she always can red. with her, save a little placed away in case of emergency. She es- ‘sayed to take it from her pocket. Where was her pocket ? She surely had it when she went out—it was gone. Looking more ery she perceived that it had been skillfully cut away of her trouble had received the one drop more, A > = comichooks:com