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Holding Savitre's hand in hers, Lianor went swiftly to her rooms, where they could bathe their weary limbs in cool water, and change their tattered robes. Don Garcia was sitting in his study, regarding with some anxiety Luiz Falcam, who, tall and handsome, stood before him. "You wish to ask me something, is it not so? Well, speak out, and be sure if it is in my power I will grant it."
Lianor gazed helplessly from one to the other, then, breaking from her friend's gentle hold, staggered forward. "Where are you going, Lianor?" Diniz asked, anxiously. "To him. I must see for myself the terrible truth." "Can you bear it?" "Yes oh, yes!"
I did not know you were here," the young man cried gladly, seizing Diniz's hand in a warm grip. "Have you brought good news?" "Yes, better than I expected," Diniz answered; and briefly recounted the success which had attended his morning's search. "I do not wish to meet your father to-night, Lianor; until this business is settled, I could not enter into any amusement.
Manuel picked it up from the floor with sudden swiftness, and gazed admiringly at the pictured face. "Who is this?" he asked abruptly. "Lianor de Sa, Don Garcia's daughter. "Lianor de Sa, and so beautiful as this!" the governor muttered inaudibly. "I forgot she had grown from a child to a woman; I must see her. How comes 'it, though, her miniature is in his hands?
When Lianor heard the subject of the conference between her father and Tonza, her indignation was unbounded. "How can you act so dishonorably, papa?" she cried angrily, "after betrothing me to Luiz; now, because Tonza is rich and wishes to marry me, you would break your word." "But, my dear, think how different Manuel is to Falcam!
In the room, handsomely fitted up as a study, sat a fine-looking, middle-aged man, busily wilting; his dark face wore an expression of severity as he glanced toward the intruders. It quickly faded, however, on seeing the pretty figure standing there; instead, a gentle smile wreathed his lips. "Well, Lianor, dearest, what is it?"
For several days the good ship went steadily on her way, until one night a terrific storm arose, and the vessel, heedless of the human cargo it was bearing, drifted onward at the mercy of the tempest. Tonza, holding Lianor and his children closely to him, stood silently dismayed, scarcely able to realize the awful danger which lay before him and those he loved.
It was Donna Lianor who told me where you were, and asked me to help you," Miriam said, blushing beneath his tender, grateful gaze. "Besides, I looked upon you as a friend," almost inaudibly. "That is what I want to be your friend. And Lianor how is she? well?" "As well as it is possible to be under the heavy trial she went through this morning. She was married to Manuel Tonza," sadly.
But it was useless; Lianor was dead; her head having struck against a rock, caused instant unconsciousness, from which they could not rouse her. When Tonza realized the awful truth he rose to his feet, pale and haggard, his eyes full of despairing anguish. "It is just; my sin is punished. My wife, the only thing I loved on earth, for whose sake I committed crime, is taken from me!
My love is not to be bought for gold; I gave it willingly to the man to whom you betrothed me, and, father, none of our family have ever acted dishonorably; so I am sure you will not be the first to break your word." "Do not be too sure of that, Lianor. I am more than half inclined to make you accept Tonza, and forget your vows were ever plighted to that pauper captain."
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