Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 204: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZI 197 - But, thanks be to a merciful Providence which sent me here at the right time, she’s better, and will be quite revived in a few days. “* My little friend, I have relieved your anxiety to the best of my ability; now sit you there, and relieve mine. Tell me your side of Isolina’s history.” I began from the day on which I first beheld my sister in her matchless loveliness holding back the door of the saloon and looking at me; I recounted every link of the dreary record, from gloom to gloom, of the slowly gathering sor- row; and with my heart kindled by his evident sympathy and deep emotion into burning vehemence, I recounted with passion and tears the wrongs of me and mine unto the bitter end. Then my friend clasped-me to his breast in a sudden and uncontrollable burst of tenderness. ‘“ Noble, heroic girl!” he cried; ‘‘ you have been faithful iudeed to the sister you profess to love. But you have suf- too much for that loyal little heart to remain unbroken. In the name of those whose lives are bound up in Isolina Rienzi, I thank you.” ‘“* Now tell me who you are, and what you have to do with my sister’s life?—a benefactor you must be!” I breathed, resting trustingly upon the arm which was still thrown around me. But he smoothed my hair with thoughtful hand and shook his head slowly. ‘Be content with what you know of me,” he said; ‘* you know enough for the heart to bear. When I can help you, you shall know what knit Alphonse Pemberton’s heart to © ons When the dawn was stealing in, and the lamp burned with a wild and haggard gleam, our conference was ended. comicbhbooks (e(e)