Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 35: what you’re looking at

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i PROTESTATIONS OF LOVE. 37 “What does this mean, Dolores?” he asked. “ That fellow insulted me, and I wanted to punish him.” “ Be quiet, and hasten. That was Manuel.” “Who is Manuel ?” “ A man who says that he loves. me, and who pretends to dictate with whom I shall dance and to whom I shall speak.” Royston was about to say something severe concerning Manuel, but he had reached the small house, and was hurried in at the narrow door by Dolores, who locked it behind her. The old woman was sleeping on a sort of lounge. “ Now, Sefior Luco,” said the girl, “you must remain here for the present. Will you give me your word that you Will do so ?” “ Until when ?” “ You must not go out of this house until I return.” “ When will you return ?” “ As soon as possible. ‘To-morrow, I hope.” “T must promise, if you insist. But, why do you ates it ” * Because Sid will be safe _ and you may not be safe dhiawhere’ es A “Tam glad that you feel an tativent in my peri for I love you, Dolores.” “Oh, you are not certain of that. You have aes me but alittle while.” “T am certain; I swear it. Will you love me, Dolores ” “How can. I tetl? You ought not to say that you love me until you know me better. Remember that you haye _ Promised to remain here, and’ you must do as I have told you. You may sleep in that little room which you have Seen, and the old woman will wait on you. Good-night.” “ Good-night, dear Dolores. Hasten back to me, for I Shall be lost without you.” The’ girl hastily stepped out of the door, lenving the vodng Soldier to his reflections, which were of a very sentimental = romantic nature. 429 = connicloooks.comn