Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 201 of 287
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196 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI, canter all the way from Briarsville. I hope anything I have told you may be of use, and that this strange business may be satisfactorily settled. Pray command me, Miss Rienzi; ask your father te make use of me for any informa- tion he may deem me in possession of. Sir, I leave the ladies under able and skillful hands; I have no fears for their ultimate recovery, when the eminent Pemberton is their physician. I shall send the medicine from my labora- tory in the morning, doctor. My dear young lady, good- night. I cannot help complimenting you highly on the address and presence of mind which you have displayed under the late trying circumstances. Your conduct does your heart and intellect credit. Good-night.” The ceremonious old gentleman here bowed himself out of the room, and softly shut himself out of the house. ‘““Good fellow that,” said Doctor Pemberton, senten- tiously; ‘‘1s always ready to help another across the stream. Now, Ivanulla I quite started at the sudden change of manner, and at my own name on his lips; his calm, gray eyes were fixed with. the intensity of deep thought on my face. ‘‘ Now, Ivanilla, we have a conference before us, in which we must use our memories and reasoning powers to the utmost. You must tell me al] that has happened in connection with your sister, since you came from Italy, and I shall compare it with the facts in my possession. But first you would like to know exactly how my two patients are, would you not?” | ‘‘T have been longing to ask,” I said. “Knew it very well, and admired the first patient little girl that I ever saw, with black eyes. Be comforted, my child; your mother is safe and in a healthful sleep. From the symptoms of her seizure, Whitney and I incline to the opinion that the poison administered by the pressure of the ring must have been a deadly extract of the Egyptian papaver, which must have been prepared with the most infernal skill for the purpose. I should like to get that turquois ring; I rather think it will prove to be a curiosity. As to Isolina, the insensibility which alarmed you so much was only a protracted fainting fit, approaching to catalepsy in its strength, occasioned by the dreadful horror which has been in her mind, allied to the extreme weakness of her body. Poor girl! I wish I knew all that is in that tortured heart. J’ll warrant there’s been black sinning against her! CORNUCG OOO S (©)