In Search of an Unknown Race — page 254: what you’re looking at

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240 VAN. nineteenth birthday. The oldest person present was young Goldwin, who had just attained his majority, but one might have thought from the tone of conversa- tion and general bearing of the company, that all were thorough men of the world. After the several courses had been cleared away, a large bow] of punch was brought in, and the two wait- ers retired to the entry within sound of call. Don Flores, in full evening dress, sat at the head of the table. Large diamond studs glittered in his shirt front, rubies handsomely mounted served as cuff but- tons, while on the middle finger of his left hand he wore an opal the size of a Lima bean set in a heavy gold band. Yet though his rooms were furnished in the most sumptuous manner, while those present seemed to vie with each other tc make the occasion one of gayety and mirth, Don Carlos’s handsome face, flushed with wine and excitement, wore a troubled look. — He could not shake off the presentiment of evil. His mother’s sad face had appeared to him in his troubled dreams the night before; and her warning words rang in his ears above the laughter and jokes going on about him. ‘* Repent and make restitution while yet there ts one more opporiunity /” This had been her warning, and Flores could not drown its remembrance. ‘‘One more opportunity.” What did it all mean ? ‘I’m actually growing nervous,” muttered Don Carlos, stretching out his hand for his half emptied ’ glass, Eomichookssco