Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 260: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZI, 253 grimly; ‘‘and you can rest there all night in Adynma’s tent, or let her husband drive you through to Greely’s Mills; it’s fifteen miles from the camp.” We had not gone two miles when ashout greeted our ears, and a large carriage, drawn by a pair of blooded horses, came between us and the blinding sun. Morecombe drew up stock-still. A man, without a hat, sprang out of the carriage, and ran to meet us; another vaulted from the box, and was beside us. <“ Now Heaven be praised!” I cried with joy, and gazed in wonder and hope unspeakable on my father and Cecil Beaumont. ‘‘ What is Ivanilla doing here?” gasped my father. <©T have been with Isolina. Oh, father, save her!” ‘‘ Where is your mistress?” demanded Cecil Beaumont, Morecombe sat upright, looking straight before him— silent, immovable as a Sphinx. ‘Fellow, I shall not speak again.” Ralph’s hand secretly jerked the reins; like lightning the horse rose on his haunches and beat the air with his fore-hoofs, then came down with a sidelong spring to the ground; round came the carriage on one wheel, and away we dashed, the infuriated animal galloping wick- edly and champing his sawed mouth. Down in the dust I had left my father’s gray head, with helpless, out- spread armé. ‘‘ Stop, stop!” I screamed, frantically. On we sped past the trees, which seemed to dance past us lonely and still; the branches hung above us and shut in the hollow beat of the horse’s hoofs. ‘¢ Now I will stop,” said Ralph, turning his dark, merci- less face to me, ‘‘and if you show. these people where my mistress is, I will shoot you in cold blood. Do you hear?” He caught me round the waist, and whirled me out on the bank, and the wheels rolled over my outspread dress, and the carriage vanished like a dream. » I got up and looked vaguely about; in truth terror had bewildered me; my limbs trembled—my head swam dizzily; I fell against the hoary trees, and I ran unsteadily back by _ the darksome way I had left my father. Twenty minutes must have passed, and I heard the heavy rumble of the carriage approaching. They stopped when Eomichbooks iGO