Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 78: what you’re looking at

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76 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. does not know what she is talking about, who can not quite read the thoughts even of her own brother.” “So foolish, too, that she can’t be trusted with any of her brother's troubles,” said Dora with some pique. “Why should I burden you?” sees “ You needn't; tell me what your trouble is, and Pll laugh it out of you,” she answered. : “The troubles of a grown man are not so easily-laughed off, my wise little sister,’ was the reply. “Well, at venture, I’m certain it’s about that Monserate,” she said. “It’s about two cr three Monserates,” was his rejoinder. Dora sat bolt upright now. “Why! are they going to give you any trouble because she was here ?” . “Not unless that sneaking Velasquez meddles—but he will.” . : “Oh, yes; he owes you a grudge.” “He owes me a dozen.” “Well, what can he do ” “That’s just what I don’t know. “But we needn't return to Cuba this year, at least, if we don’t wish; they could hardly trouble us.” “But they are here.” “ What, the great general here, in New York ?” “ No—the little general with the great name, not in New York city, but in Saratoga.” “Oh! at Saratoga! I wonder if he will marry any one from there ?” “A woman—a woman !” cried Senor Abrates, snapping his fingers. “Pshaw !” ejaculated Dora, with a look of great contempt —“that’s your cry, always. But I see—Velasquez will tell them you loved her and have secreted her; it might make trouble, especially as we have whole trunks full of her clothes.” “ And he will, if I can find no way to prevent it.” “Manuel,” asked Dora, after a thoughtful pause, “where do you suppose she is?” ' “If I knew,” was the gloomy reply, “you would not need to ask me that question.” ‘ comlclooks.corn