In Search of an Unknown Race — page 148: what you’re looking at

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‘“ You hear, Flores P” remarked Mr. Briscoe, in a tone of quiet significance. ‘T hear,” returned Flores, but without the slightest change in tone or manner, and this time it was Mr. Bris- coe who sighed. ‘‘Flores,” he said, gently laying his hand on the young man’s shoulder, ‘‘do you remember that when dy- ing your mother told you if it was possible she should watch over you in spirit tf What a smothered exclamation of anger or impatience, Flores shook off the kindly touch, and turning abruptly left the veranda. ‘‘We must manage it so that Flores will not know how and when we leave Itambez,” said Van, speaking for the first time, ‘‘for he seems determined to force himself upon us.” ‘“That can be easily managed,” returned Mr. Briscoe, and the unpleasant topic was dropped for the time by common consent. The days flew on with more than ordinary swiftness as the appointed time of departure drew near. Aided to some extent by the descriptions given both by Mr. Briscoe and Van, Manola, who was skillful with the needle, prepared a few garments more suited for the travel before them than those worn habitually by Ni- nada and herself. In Para an outfit for the anticipated voyage by steamer to America could easily be obtained for them all. It was understood that on arrival in America Van should place Ninada, in the care of Captain Peters’s un- married sister, who lived near Boston. Van had made his home with her previous to entering the school ship, Gomichooks (E(@) m