Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 74: what you’re looking at

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:: THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. said Minerva, childishly; “but I will replace it, and content myself with the beautiful fields, the clear sweet breeze, oh! how sweet!’ She sank back in the carriage, and let her eyes rove delightfully round. Here, for the time, was peace and content. Herman’s father had believed her, she was beside him, how strong and beautiful he seemed! and, oh! to be folded to his heart and called daughter! was that blissful time ever to be? should she who had been denied so long, know the blessings of a parental love? Quietly she sat there, too happy even to think, wanfing to cry out with all her heart at the fresh beauty of the scarlet thorn-berry, and the clusters of ripening barberries, that made the road like a picture, at the yellow hay-stacks in the fields, flinging invisible censers of perfume, at the cottages and farm-yards, laughing to herself with an almost infartile glee, as she thought of Senor Velas- quez, pacing back and forth, the self-constituted sentry over an empty room. Little she dreamed how near she had been to falling in his hateful power, but the space of fifteen minutes ago. ‘ That ‘morning was one of excitement and anxiety, at the pleasant farm-house. It had been impossible for honest Ben to eat the nice breakfast, so neatly prepared by his wife, and Jessie was fluttering from mother to father, restless almost to tears. She did cry a little, when her father set out, and said, with her last kiss, “ Be swre and bring her, father.” Her mother seeing that she grew more nervous as the time wore on, planned that she should carry some little delicacy to the sick lady at the hotel, and put up for her some of her choicest fruit. Mrs. Wise had been an early friend of Mrs. Goreham, and in her sad illness had wished to be near her. Jessie was an especial favorite with the sick woman, and she loved to see the bright, young face in her darkened chamber. Jessie was there perhaps an hour. She came home brimful of news. i =a “Mother, what do you think?” she exclaimed, her voice eager, her eyes shining; “who do you think has come to the hotel?” ~ : “Some great personage, I should judge, by your manuer, my daughter,” was the quiet reply. . ' “Yes, a general with a long name; a Spanish general from comlclbooks.com