In Search of an Unknown Race — page 259: what you’re looking at

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VAN, | 245 Humbled and crestfallen to the last degree, Flores asked no questions as to Van’s strange and unexpected resurrection. All he seemed to desire was to get the business settled and close the door behind his unwel- come visitor. | ‘‘And now,” he said sullenly, without lifting his eyes to Van’s face, as the latter secured his restored wealth imside his coat and buttoned it tightly about him, ‘‘now I suppose you will make the town too hot for me.” ‘‘Do you think so badly of me as that?” was the calm response, and Flores looked up for the first time in astonishment, ‘‘But you will tell—Ninada?” he said in a low tone. ‘‘I cannot promise as to that, but if I do the secret will be safe with her for the sake of poor Mr. Briscoe, if for no other reason,” returned Van, after a little hesi- tation. ‘‘ Poor Mr. Briscoe!” echoed Flores. ‘‘ Why, didn't you know that he escaped from Itambez after all, and reached the States a couple of months later than the rest of us?” Van uttered an exclamation of pleasure. ‘‘T did zof know it, for I only arrived in Boston this afternoon,” he said—and then there was a silence which was only broken by Van rising to his feet. ‘‘ Flores,” he said, gravely, ‘‘ though you attempted my life and have done me a great wrong, I hold no enmity against you. Indeed I forgive you freely. And I do wish,” he said, taking the unresisting hand of the young man, whose crimsoning face and downcast eyes proved that his sense of shame was not altogether lost, GomMmichbooks (G(0) im