Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 208: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. 203 first twenty years of our lives? And so you have forgotten your Damon?” «¢ What? Alphonse Pemberton—my college friend?” A look of joy lightedup my father’s face; he grasped the doctor’s hand, and wrung it with a joyous langh, and leaned on his shoulder fondly. ‘‘Surely I’m dreaming, are you my little Alphonse—the visionary ‘and the genius— youason of Anak?” «And yet 1 knew my Guiseppe,” responded the other, “though his hair isas white as flax and his face thin and old. Come, I’m not here for nothing, my friend; I have something to tell you, which I have known for a year, about your daughter; and if I had dreamed then that she was a child of my Guiseppe, perhaps her fortune this day might have been brighter.” And the mother and I, who were the beings of a later life, and had no part in the love of that far off time, held each other’s hands and looked on with wondering eyes. But very soon my father remembered his dear ones, and embraced us with solemn affection. “*T met Nelson going down to the village, and he has told me all,” he said, ‘“‘and again I have to thank. my friend,” and he held the doctor’s hand war mly, “‘ for saving my wife from a cruel death. Dear Maud! from what have you been delivered, Maud? Doctor Pemberton was the closest friend of my boyhood—you have often heard me mention Alphonse? This is he, give him a welcome, wife.” ‘‘Not only a welcome, but my deepest gratitude for what he has already done for us!” she answered, offering her hand with a warm smile. When we had all become somewhat calmer, the doctor told my father all that had happened, and they retired to another room to arrange their plans together. What his mission was, precisely, I did not then know. The interview between the two old friends lasted for more than an hour, then they issued forth in a fever to de- art. J ‘«Speingle has managed to get the most of Mrs. Beau- mont’s history,” said my father, hurriedly, and kissed us; ‘and my good friend, Aiphonse, can supply what he has failed to obtain. It is pretty clear the whole life of Gemma Lancinetto, all but one point. The precise nature of her power over Isolina, If we manage to arrest her, as, CORNUCG OOO S (©)