Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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86 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. is General Ameyda, and the young man with him is Don Johan. Father went to the hotel, Jast night, so do,not trouble yourself. Besides, if it had been your uncle, he would in all probability have rented a cottage, and kept himself in strict — privacy, no, I do not think it is.” Somewhat reassured, Minerva voluntered to aid Jessie in her needlework, for the time was short, and there was much to do; but throughout the day, at intervals, the sickening thought would recur, that perhaps she was within the reach of her enemies, and she shuddered at the sound of carriage- wheels, however distant, or at the tread of a footstep, and on no account could she be left a moment alone. The impres- sion had more than once crossed her mind that these new- comers were really her uncle and the don under assumed names, and she felt at times an almost irrepressible desire to see for herself, to know and be prepared for the worst. The days went on as usual, however, Minervg allowed herself but limited recreation, and was then always accompanied by the farmer and his daughter, besides Bruno, a splendid Newfound- land dog, to whom the lonely girl. had become strongly at- tached, and who seemed to reciprocate her affection. The farmer had made arrangements with his head-gardener to re- move to the house with his wife while he should be gone, and gave him strict charge respecting the young Cuban girl. It was the sabbath, the next day the farmer was to start for Washington, and all things were in readiness. The trunks strapped and locked, were in the hall. Jessie’s neat gray traveling suit, with its little linen collar and sleeve bands, lay in the spare-chamber on the bed, all ready for her to tuck her- self into. Jessie was looking very grave as she entered the carriage to go to church; it made her think of that prospect- ive journey so near at hand, but when she came home, she was marvelously talkative. There was a minister in the pul- pit, she said, a handsome-looking man, only he wore such odious green spectacles, and after church, he spoke to her father, and asked him if he had not a son, a young man, of perhaps twenty-four or five. “You may imagine how father felt,” added Jessie, volubly; “he answered, ‘ Yes’ and looked so sad! just ready to cry. The minister then went on to say, that he knew father by his great likeness, and that le had comiclooks.com