Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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90 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. least, from this saintly personage, and, as for Minerva, she should know nothing about it. The stranger moved away in the moonlight., Once he turned, showing his glittering teeth as he laughed, muttering, “Two weeks! I must make hay while the sun shines; I must _be on the watch, night and day; and I will. Now for the hotel.” CHAPTER XVI. THE BELLE OF SARATOGA. SenoriTrA Dora was the belle of the Saratoga company. At her very first appearance, the reigning beauties paled and grew envious. So innocent her face, and yet so capable of passion, those dark, southern eyes! Besides, she was the most graceful creature that ever practiced attitudes, till they became a part of her very being. As with all Spanish women, her fan was the ruling charm. Donna Mancha used_hers delight- fully, but Dora ravishingly. To mark the wrist, white and delicate as a snow flake, bend about the glittering stem, now poised with gleeful motion, now raised in gentlest abandon- ment, now falling so helplessly! It was a study to see her use it for the purpose of coquetry, very charming, better then smiles, false lips, and honeyed words. Dora had been domiciled a week, and at once had conquer- ed what all the rest had sighed for in vain, the attention of the great Cuban don. He confessed to himself, that she had grown marvellously handsome since he saw her last, it would be no harm, surely, to flirt with her a little, Dora sat in her qaamber, examining with mute attention a bouquet of Joyely flowers. Her brother entered, flushed and hurried. “Ah, Don Carlos sent you those.” “Don Johan,” she said, roguishly. “T forget, though he gave me a stabbing glance yesterday when I carelessly called him by his lawful name. Well, Dora, it seems to me you are progressing.” comiclooOoks. com