Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 112: what you’re looking at

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- J * 7 1) BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. 105 we may save her from this last, worst danger. So ho, then, my friend is Victor Joselyn?” ‘*T will answer you carefully,” said Belle Cranstown; “ but I cannot tell you much. Mr. Joselyn is an English gentle- man, who came to Saratoga about the time we did, accom- panied by an elderly physician of the name of Dr. Pember- ton. ‘These gentlemen were introduced to our party, and became the most intimate friends we had; but if Isolina was a particular favorite of either of them it was of the doctor, who was an old bachelor. Young Mr. Joselyn. as far as I can judge, paid no attention to any of our party. After some time they left Saratoga, and we all remarked that Isolina wore a ring which she had not worn before. My sister Louisa rallied her on the subject, and this was her answer: ‘ Mr. Joselyn has a wife already—I hope you don’t expect him to be looking for another?’ This answer surprised none of us, as Mr. Joselyn’s conduct had not been such as to warrant any remarks. Judge then of my surprise to see that picture! It isa spot in the field behind Mrs, Halcombe’s cottage, where a path ran down to a beautiful stream, and undoubt- edly the man who acts the part of a lover is Mr. Victor Joselyn; as undoubtedly the lady’s face is Isolina’s! There is some mystery, Iva, which, trust me, I do not think will reflect upon either your sister’s or the gentleman’s honor. Believe that, Iva!” ‘«*Thank you,” I murmured; ‘‘ you knew my sister well.” We both were silent, thinking. ‘«¢Dr. Pemberton!” I mused; ‘‘ where have I heard that name before?” ‘Then memory took up the chain of thought and slowly traced it back to that fatal night on which Cecil Beaumont had snatched my sister’s letter out of my hand and read the address, of which I had heard the syllables, “Dr. Pem £3 Was this the secret correspondent to whom Isolina sent her letters when in distress? Then memory went backward again and reproduced that letter on which the bright gas- light had rested, showing me a lady’s name. : “Mrs. Victor Joselyn!”’ Then I recalled my sister’s words—her tears, and her agony, with a strange chill pervading my heart. ««She was connected with a friend of mine. She is dead!” Oh! what dark thoughts were rising in my heart! Do you know the Satan-born pangs of the first doubt in one comichbooks (9) (<(0) im: