Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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THE CONCEALED GROTTO. 51 CHAPTER VII. THE MYSTERY. “In this green and blooming island Cluster sweets of every clime ; Ar kth brant i. w e 3 e . Mrs. Nicwous, eu nage mais ee tot vor Whick poset ry me d—and if she not breathed This air, it never would have been so sweet ; Her eyes have left their splendor in this place.” A WEEK or two more had sped away; new guests had ar- rived at the castle, and the most of them were going out one morning upon a boating excursion. “We seem to be living in the days of the Arabian Nighis ; every thing is like enchantment here,” said Lulu, a child of thirteen, who was one of the new arrivals. Pennon was fond of children; and most always had some little girl for an especial pet. . On their way to the water, they passed through the gardtn, and from thence into a grotto, the entrance to which was nearly concealed by the jasmins which clambered over its rocky sides. Making their way into this, they heard the river dashing with a sound almost like that of the sea against the rocks at their feet, which had been cut down into convenient steps; and at the bottom of which, glittering in the sunshine into which they again emerged, they saw the boat. It lay upon the water graceful as a swan. A gilded seat, lined with crimson cushions, ran around it. The sail was of snowy linen, edged with a crimson cord, and a small silken banner of the same color, and striped with gold, floated from the tep of the mast. “Do you not think it a romantic boat-house ?” asked the host of Rosalie, as they stole out swiftly from the shadow of . the grotto. comiicbooks.com