Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 141: what you’re looking at

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134 BEAUTIFUL RIENYL ~ said my father half-jocularly; ‘‘ brown eyes, large, flashing, effective (especially when the lady was in a rage, as in her last I had the pleasure of beholding her), regular features, with enough diadlerie in them to upset all classic calms and Grecian coldness; clear, brunette complexion, waving black hair, which just then was plentifully disheveled and mal- treated by ten very spiteful fingers; medium height, ex- uberantly full; age about—age just twenty-one.” ‘© Tf she lives she is forty-three now. Miss Ivanilla des- cribe the woman you saw in your bedroom last night.” ‘“T cannot,” I said, with a shudder. ‘‘It was a very pale face, with great hollow caverns for eyes, and level, black brows, with an expression of strong vengeance; and a dark mantle muffled it all round, and hid the figure and all, but a long white hand, which—ugh!” I broke off, and hid my face on my father’s shoulder with a prolonged shudder. ‘*Very good, very..good,” said the lawyer, writing down my words with gusto; ‘‘more than one might have ex- pected from you, my dear, under such circumstances. Now, sir, we must find this woman. ‘hat is move the first.” ‘“But such a chimerical idea,” said my father, still half laughing. ‘‘I don’t believe it’s the same woman at all. Pshaw, as 1f a woman could keep true to one idea for twenty-two years, before she puts it into execution! Pshaw!” g CIEE DS, do not laugh,” breathed my mother earn- estly. ‘* Such a woman as she would never forget.” ‘Whether it is Mrs. Lensetts, or whatever you call her, or not,” remarked Mr. Speingle, doggedly, ** it behooves us to find the person who broke into the house last night, -and convict her of an attempted murder. - I am sure you agree with me there?” ‘‘Most assuredly;” responded my father, “we shall at once lay some plan to discover her—if we can even call her by name.” ‘‘Humph!” muttered Speingle, ‘‘I think we’ll be able to call her by name by and by. I think we met her in the course of your daughter’s trial, once or twice. Suppose that for the present we call her Mrs. Beaumont?” «What nonsense,” comicbooks.com —