José — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JOSE, 19 to be my brother, and that we are on our way to St. Louis. I have accompanied you to this point from Vicksburg, and you have had business here.” He simply nodded his assent, and was about to clasp her arm more firmly in his, when, casting a quick glance over the deserted surroundings, she suddenly snached her bonnet from her head, tore off the vail, and cast the first into a corn-field ad- jacent to the road, tying the latter around her face and hair. “T shall be less likely to be recognized thus,” she said, returning to his side; “and now away!” The long-expected train was just steaming up to the hotel, which was discharging a dense group of curiosity-seekers, who surrounded the engineer and conductor to learn the cause of the delay. The young lady at Baumann’s side walked firmly and quickly toward one of the coaches and entered, but the young man could distinctly feel her arm tremble in his. Without looking to either side, she preceded him toa vacant seat, and as she turned her head to look at him he almost started at the ghostly pallor of her face and the singular expres- sion of terror in her eyes. “The train will no doubt stop here a few minutes; ‘“‘og quickly and secure tickets to evade suspicion,” she said, hastily, and in a compressed voice; “I hope to escape unobserved, while you are gone.” She drew the vail down over her face and cowered into a corner of the seat, while Baumann hastened to add another ticket to his own, feeling as if it were all a dream. The group of idlers was still gathered at the side of the locomotive, evidently listening with con- siderable interest to the recital of some one in their Eomichboo Ss) (E(0)