Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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DON’T BE AFRAID, GUARDY. 95 “ Johan—then—you—I—ceonfess I don’t like your intimacy with that portionless senorita; and, I beg your pardon,” he said, humbly, seeing the flashing eyes of the Cuban ; “ but they talk of it.” « Théy, who ?” “Everybody. They say she has thoroughly infatuated you.” An imprecation burst from the lips of the Don. “You knaw where my hopes are placed,” said the general, pathetically. “I do not think you would wrong one who has done so much for your interests.” “Pshaw !” said the young man, impatiently; “can I look at no one else? Must I taboo my eyesight ?” “No, no; I was only afraid—” , “Do not be afraid of me, guardy; there’s not the least rea- son. I’ve been too long on this track to give it up for any small game,” said the Don, for some reason smothering his anger. “All I wish, is for you to contradict any such asser- tion flatly. And, furthermore, I shall flirt with whoever I please.” “Surely, surely,” said the general; “no one can debar you from that privilege; but I am glad, from the bottom of my heart, that it is nothing more than a pastime. I was fond of such things in my youth. I don’t want the blood of that American on my hands for nothing,” he muttered, savagely, as the Don broke away and hurried up the stairs, impatient to have the interview with Senor Velasquez over, that he might join Dora down in the ball-room. comicbooks.com