Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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80 | WHE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. and bosoms of the fair Americans. What yéllow glances some of those women bestow upon them—deeper than even the chronic jaundice-tinge of the wonderful webs. As for dresses, the ladies might search their wardrobes in vain to find any thing that will approach their marvelousness. She is an object of envy in spite of her diminutive face, and prospective wrinkles, Even the gold-mounted fan is a talisman in her hand. Who could hope to approach that subtle maneuvering that makes every motion a word? And so that is the, aunt of the magnificent don, they say, and her diamonds fair- hy blind one. Don Carlos still smokes and lounges. On an inaid table near are the evening papers, which, by | their rumpled appear- ance, he has probably consulted. By-and-by he needs some- thing, and calls his valet, who is in an outer room, to pull the bell-rope. Marques is a small, yellow man, very handsomely dressed. He walks with dignity up to the cord, gives it a | delicate touch, and retires gracefully. One of the servants of the house appears. | “Call my waiter,” says the don, with an air. Presently the waiter, a thoroughly black negro, dressed in white, enters, bowing obsequiously. Don Carlos points to the little gilt basin in which his pipe rests; it needs replenishing. The waiter, with another servile inclination, performs his mas- ter's bidding. This only to give an insight into the private habits of the Cuban lion. A little later General Monserate entered, precisely dressed and perfumed. “Well, guardy,” said the young man, turning himself a lit- tle as the general threw his delicate frame upon another lounge; ‘twhet- have, youheen Geing tedex.2" “ Searcely any thing of importance,” was the reply ; “T am waiting to gather up my forces—we are making an impression now.” “ Are we?” queried the don, languidly, casting his eye along his dressing-gown; “well, that is what we came for, you know.” “T don’t see as we get any nearer to the matter in hand. This story Velasquez repeats in his last letter, leaves us where we were before.” comlicloooks.com