Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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94 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. minx beside him trembled. She only wanted to be sure that he did not love this rival—then ! “Yes; I fancied once she was perfection,” he added, in a low, smothered voice; “but I have changed my mind. Se- norita, if she were here to-night, and you were by, I would dance with none but you.” “Oh! senor, do not talk in this way to me,” said the vain little creature, her voice tremulous, but with exultation. “Tf you say it is displeasing to you, senorita, I will not.” She was only silent. “Then, since you do not forbid me, I will add that it would have made me very unhappy if you had.” “Tf I had answered you ?” “If you had forbidden me—yes, I should have been un- happy.” | “The night air is chilly,” whispered Dora “But you did not /” emphatically said the Don. As they en- tered tthe hall, they almost stumbled over the little figure of the general. Had he been listening? Perhaps not; he was surely going toward the assembly-room. “Ah! guardy—were you looking after me?” asked the Don, suspiciously. “I was about to find you,” answered the general in a surly voice ; “somebody is waiting for you.” “Ah! and who is that somebody? Let me lead the se- norita to a seat, and I will join you again.” When the Don came out, the general stood moodily in the doorway. 3 “Well, who is it” queried the Don in his old, curt way. “ Velasquez.” “Ah! couldn’t he thrust his clerical visage upon us some other night, as well? Where is he?” “In my room; I had him shown there. And look here, Carlos, don’t trust too much to that man.” “What! you grown suspicious?” laughed his ward. “Yes, I confess I think the man a rascal. I deemed it best © just to say to you, don't leave too much in his hands.” “Oh ft thank you—well—” “And Carlos—” “ Johan,” whispered the Don. comlicloooks. com