Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 102: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. © 95 of Sir, I wish—I’m afraid we must have the doctor, * she said. , He asked no more questions but dashed into the hall, found his hat, and left the house, while with flying speed-I reached my sister’s chamber. She was still lying on her bed, and her eyes were closed, with a strange filmy appearance, and her whole face was a faded white. ‘Chere was something bound across her mouth which looked like a scarlet handkerchief, and Sophie came and pushed me away, and approached the bed with a white one in her hand. “What's that?” I whispered, my scared eyes fixing on some scarlet stains on the snow of the pillows, ‘‘and oh, what’s that?” The scaylet handkerchief was ensanguined with my sis- ter’s blood; it oozed in a dark fringe upon the towel which lay upon her bosom; it trickled in little pools upon the sheets. ‘‘ A blood vessel burst!” said Sophie, attempting conceal- ment no longer; ‘‘ put your hand upon her breast here— see if it beats; Iam afraid she is going. She kept her face buried in the pillows and I was here a good whiie before I knew she was choking in her heart’s blood.” ‘*Sophie, what shall we do? Tear away that crimson cloth, it will suffocate her. Oh, Sophie, she will die, be- fore anybody comes, and I don’t know what to do!” I was quite useless; I fell on the floor, shaking with ter- ror, and the faithful girl who was collected through it all, did what she could alone. Before I dared to lift my face again, hasty feet approached, and my father came in, followed impetuously by our fam- ily doctor, who with one stride was at the bedside, with hands and eyes busy, while a stream of rapid directions is- sued from his mouth. And my father, with one rapt look at his Lina, came and lifted me up and held me in his arms, ‘Don’t sink, little daughter,” he muttered, hoarsely, *©oh, Heaven! don’t leave me alone. Look at her, she’s gone!” In a few hours Dr. Graves was ready to depart; the effu- sion of blood had been stopped, the swoon overcome, and his patient was in a slumber. With the devotion of a lover comichbooks