The Heart's Secret; Or, the Fortunes of a Soldier: a Story of Love and the Low Latitudes. by Maturin Murray Ballou
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presuming for him to enter the Plato thus, and to--to--"
"Kiss your hand, sister," suggested the boy, smiling in a knowing way. "Yes, it was quite shocking for him to be so familiar, Ruez." "But, sister, I can hardly ever help kissing you when you look kind to me, and I am sure you looked very kind at Captain Bezan." "Did I!" half mused Isabella, biting the handle of her Creole fan. "Yes; and how handsome this Captain Bezan is, sister," continued the boy, pretending to be engaged with the hound, whom he patted while he looked sideways at Isabella. "Do you think him so handsome?" still half mused Isabella, in reply to her brother's remarks, while her eye rested upon the ground. "I know it," said the boy, with spirit. "Don Miguel, General Harero, or the lieutenant-general, are none of them half so good looking," he continued, referring to some of her suitors. "Well, he is handsome, brother, that's true enough, and brave I know, or he would never have leaped into the water to save your life. But I'll never forgive him, I'm sure of that, Ruez," she said, in a most decided tone of voice. "Yes you will, sister." |
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