In Search of an Unknown Race — page 144: what you’re looking at

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132 : VAN. guide and protector to the young girl filled Van’s heart with gladness. It more than reconciled him to the thought of leaving this lovely spot where he would willingly have been content to stay. But Mr. Briscoe spoke very plainly as to this latter half expressed thought of his nephew’s. ‘‘Itambez is only a city for the dreamer—for the young man or woman who is content to live a life of listless ease, without care or thought for the future,” he said, gravely, ‘‘and that is one of the reasons I have for sending Ninada away p ‘«But only fora little time, father,” quickly interposed his daughter, bending her dark eyes on his face, as though she would read his deeper and more secret thoughts. ‘‘Only for a little time, Ninada,” repeated her father, but there was a shadow of sadness in his voice which caused Van, who was walking nervously to and fro on the stone flagging, to glance at him curiously. The evening was warm, with a heavy odor of the flowering shrubs everywhere present. Ninada, in her soft, white robes, stood beside her father, dreamily look- ing out into the deepening twilight. Here and there among her heavy braids she had placed fire-flies in lit- tle gauze inclosures, and these emitted dull sparks of greenish golden light like living jewels. Van himself felt the force of his uncle’s remark. He was beginning to rouse himself from his dreamy exist- ence, and to remember that life is given for action, not repose. That the return should be made by the Canuma river, and thence to and down the Amazon to Para, was of GOMIGhbooks (E(0)