Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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92 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. “Pshaw! men never remember. Besides, it will look dif- ferently upon you, and you can change the trimmings. Do wear the blue and.gold; you will look like a queen.” “YT wish I dared;’ murmured the vain girl. Meantime, Coco had opened the trunk, and there it lay with its superb laces—the beautiful thing by which Minerva had set 80 slight value. “Oh! I shall look so well! Take it out and try it on, Coco. When one does change from simplicity, one might as well change for splendor. There!” she added, as she sur- veyed herself in the glass, “it fits as if it were made for me. I will run the risk—I will wear it.” A murmur of delight greeted the entrance of the young Spanish girl, as she came in, leaning on the arm of the mag- nificent Cuban. The general’s brow darkened. Dona Man- cha felt in her old heart the revival of the jealousy of her youth and beauty. Under many a smile a dagger of envy was concealed, ready to destroy. “It seems to me he takes a great fancy to yon maid,” whispered the withered senora to her brother, the general. “Oh! no;” replied the latter, not betraying the uneasiness he felt, “she is a countrywoman. One always feels different- ly towards them.” | “Yes, I should judge so by his manner. He will take no other lady out to-night. - Really, they are a handsome couple, and how richly she is dressed! Where have I seen a brocade like that ?~oh !| yes, Minerva’s kincob—that must .be a kincob —only I remember Minerva had light blue trimmings, and those are dark blue.” The general had not listened to this dissertation—he was all eyes, watching his ward narrowly, and when at the close of the dance he saw him lead the pretty creature out on the veranda, his lips grew peevish. - “Tt must not be, it shall not be,” he muttered; “it would ruin me.” Meanwhile the Don promenaded up and down the sheltered gallery, Dora hanging on his arm, tossing her fan‘up in a be- witching way, and catching it again, while the moonbeams, quivering all over her, made the gems like white flame upon her throat and arms. ; comliclooks. com