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To Lianor he was always gentle, trying by soft words and many little attentions to win her regard; a very difficult task. Since her father's conversation, she shrank as much as possible from him, hoping he would understand her studied coldness. "Savitre," she said one evening, as they were dressing for a ball, given in her honor, "that horrid man's attentions are becoming intolerable!
"Thank you, but I am rich; and I know grandfather would lose all, rather than his liberty. You are Don Garcia's daughter, are you not?" "Yes," somewhat sadly. "You know me?" "By sight, yes." "I shall see you again, I hope," Lianor said, as Miriam followed her to the door. "You will tell me of your success or failure?" "Yes; I will come or write."
"Lianor, may I speak before Savitre?" the don asked gravely. "Of course, papa. I have no secrets from her." "My child," drawing her nearer to him, "Luiz Falcam has asked your hand in marriage; what answer shall I give him?" Lianor blushed divinely, and her dark eyes shyly drooped before the eager glance from those loving blue ones fixed upon her. "He saved my life, father.
Even as he did so, Lianor, leaning lightly on Satzavan's shoulder, appeared, her graceful head held proudly erect, an expression of supreme indifference on her face. Both men started with an exclamation of alarm rage on Manuel's part. "What! In mourning, and for a ball?" Manuel gasped with rising passion. "Lianor, what does this farce mean? Why have you disguised yourself?
Lianor lifted her reproachful eyes to his, her pale face, even whiter in contrast with her somber dress, full of resolute rebellion. "I am not ungrateful, papa, for your kindness, but I will never forget the promise I gave Luiz.
My jewels and wealth might tempt a queen! I need not fear refusal from a viceroy's daughter." Full of complacent contentment, Tonza made hasty preparations for leaving Diu, and that same evening saw him a welcome guest of Don Garcia. He was charmed with Lianor. In spite of himself, a deep passionate love wakened in his heart for her, and he determined to win her for his wife.
Lianor threw herself into his arms with a glad cry, while Don Garcia and Manuel, full of rage, stole away, leaving the lovers alone. "My darling, then I heard truly when they said my own dear love was being forced to wed another. Thank Heaven, I left Diu at once, and came to you, as your father seems inclined to listen to Manuel's suit," Luiz said tenderly, bending to kiss the pale face.
Only a low moan broke from her as she threw herself suddenly over that loved body. "My love my darling! Why did I ever let you leave me? How can I live without you?" "Hush, Lianor! Come, you can do nothing here. But one thing I promise you, I will avenge his death at any cost! The murderer will be found and punished no matter who it is!" Diniz cried, earnestly.
First, I will go to Henrique Ferriera, the magistrate, and arrange with him about Jarima's capture." "But you will come to-morrow, will you not to tell me the result?" Lianor asked anxiously. "Assuredly; unless anything serious prevents me." "Thank you," she murmured gratefully.
Savitre, who had never cared to leave her friend before, even to become Panteleone's bride, entered into the preparations with unconcealed eagerness. She had faithfully promised her lover that, once in Portugal, she would, with his father's approval, marry him. Lianor felt no regret at leaving India, except for a loved grave her father's which she had so carefully tended.
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