The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 6, June, 1862: Devoted To Literature and National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 6, June, 1862: Devoted To Literature and National Policy
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
'Shortly before the appointed hour, Pepito arrived, and announced that
all his preparations had been made. His fair charge quickly made her
appearance, dressed in complete Mexican costume. It suited her
remarkably well, and I was not surprised to observe the intense
admiration with which Pepito gazed upon her, for her beauty was truly
fascinating. Notwithstanding my suspicions of the absence of that inner
spiritual beauty which should adorn all female loveliness, I myself
could scarce resist the spell she exercised on my feelings, even in
spite of my judgment.
'Turning to Pepito, with a smile, she inquired gayly, 'Well, Señor, how
do you like my change of costume?'
'The Mexican replied merely by putting his hand on his heart, and bowing
almost reverentially.
'Having given Mr. Livermore an affectionate embrace, she exclaimed, in a
firm, determined voice: 'Let us be off: time is precious.'
'It had been arranged that I should accompany them until they were out
of the city. I therefore left Mr. Livermore alone, and followed the two
travelers. On reaching the street, Adéle took the Mexican's arm; but as
they turned the corner of one of the streets running into the Cathedral
Square, I noticed that she raised her hood and lowered the veil attached
to it. Surprised at this apparently uncalled-for act of caution, I
inquired the reason.
''Do you not see Mr. Percival?' she exclaimed, in Spanish.
''Who is he? Is that the man you said you dreaded? that
melancholy-looking man, who is walking so moodily ahead of us?'
exclaimed Pepito. 'I must have a good look at him.'
''Be cautious, I beseech you; if he sees me, all is lost.'
''Fear nothing, I will be discreet; I only want to get one good look at
him.' So saying, Pepito increased his speed, and was soon walking beside
the unconscious Percival.
'In a few minutes, Pepito turned suddenly down a narrow street, into
which we followed, and there we found a carriage awaiting us.
''Señora, I shall know your enemy among a thousand,' was Pepito's
remark, on again offering Adéle his arm, to assist her in entering the
vehicle.
'We were soon safely out of the city, and taking advantage of the first
returning carriage we met, I returned with it, Adéle thanked me with
much apparent gratitude for my past services, and begged me to devote as
much of my leisure as possible to cheering and advising her dear Arthur.
'On my return, I found him pacing his chamber with intense anxiety, and
evidently prostrated by the excitement he had undergone.
''Well, what news?' said he, almost gasping for breath.
''Adéle is beyond the reach of danger.'
''You met no one?'
''No one.'
''Heaven be praised; and yet I feel a presentiment I shall never see her
again--never.'
''Pshaw! love is always timorous; it delights in raising phantoms.'
''This is no phantom; death is a reality, and, mark my words, on earth
we shall meet no more.'
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