This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...Her eyes glanced towards an opposite mirror; she laughed, and triumphantly resumed her seat. When she again spoke, her mood was ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...Her eyes glanced towards an opposite mirror; she laughed, and triumphantly resumed her seat. When she again spoke, her mood was changed. "Those family feuds are deadly things," she said; " my father and aunt both abhor his name; I can conquer that. I heard him say he loved a steady heart. Well, mine I never felt before, so it may well be steady! but then, the foolish name I have, and, --save me!--have earned, --the title of a jilt. Well, before Heaven I swear, if Don Lorenzo really loves, I will become a very English wife to him; and--hist! I hear his step upon the garden grass." She was right; Lorenzo entered by the gaudy window which opened to the lawn, and, kneeling at her feet, kissed the small hand she held towards him. "I have brought you," he said, and with less of Spanish compliment than was usual when a cavalier addressed a lady, "a dog--a greyhound, just arrived from Italy; I trust its fidelity will typify mine own." " Oh, how beautiful!" exclaimed Luisa, pressing the fragile creature to her bosom. "And, moreover, Lady" His speech was interrupted by Catalina's shrill voice, squalling and croaking alternately, apparently in anger, close at the door. The lovers started. " You must not be seen! you know the ancient feud--the old cabal; here, here, behind this curtain--in the recess!" exclaimed Luisa. There was no time for parley; in an instant the cavalier had disappeared, and the young Senora was playing with the pretty hound. The old lady was evidently enrage'e! She entered--an open letter in one hand, and her fan in the other, creating a whirlwind. In her eagerness to resume her seat, she stumbled over the dog. "Eh! what brute is that?--that is not Pompo; where did it come from?" "Come from?" repeated Luisa, confusedly; "come from?" " Ay, ...Read Less
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