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Tonza who, now the captain had perished, placed himself at the head of the crew was the first to put his foot upon the crossing; then, turning to the people, he said: "Be careful, and not glance behind or down, or you will lose your balance and fall." Lianor, who, by her husband's wish, had given her child to one of the men, followed closely behind Manuel, who held his boy in his arms.
"You could not be so hard, knowing how my happiness is bound up in him. I will never, while Luiz lives, give my hand to another." "Thank you, Lianor; nor will Falcam let you," a deep voice broke in suddenly, and Luiz, his face flushed with mingled pleasure and disgust, came toward her, followed by his bosom friend, Diniz Sampayo, a young and rich noble.
With a dark shadow on his brow, Diniz followed the young Indian into the spacious grounds, where Lianor, surrounded by many richly-dressed ladies, was sitting. "I cannot speak to her before all those people. Go, Satzavan, and bring her to me."
Possibly the noise was occasioned by the wind rustling through the leaves. "Very likely," Lianor said quietly, "though it made me nervous. Suppose any one overheard us?" "Rest assured, dear, that nothing now can come between me and my revenge. But, Lianor, is it true you are betrothed to Tonza?" "Yes, Diniz, it is true. Papa has commanded me to accept him.
The woman came forward with a bright smile, holding up her face to receive his caress. "There can be no doubt. It is Jarima, and the man who sold the poignard." "Luiz's murderer," Diniz added between his set teeth. Almost feverishly Sampayo hurried Miriam away. He was anxious to tell Lianor of his success, and bring the assassin to justice.
I hate him; but now poor Luiz is dead, I care not who becomes my husband," hopelessly. "I wish it were other than Tonza, Lianor. I cannot trust him; nor will I believe but what he had a hand in Luiz's death." "That is what I think, but papa says it is only fancy; Manuel is too upright to do such a treacherous thing."
A few days later a grand old ship, bound for Portugal, started from that coast, bearing the wrecked crew to their former destination. Panteleone's father received Savitre with almost paternal love, and some months after their arrival, when their mourning for poor Lianor was lessened, the two faithful hearts became one.
"I hardly like to ask. It is, I know, daring. I am but a captain, and you are one of the wealthiest men in India; yet I love your daughter, and that is what I wished to tell you," earnestly. Don Garcia smiled indulgently, and he gazed kindly at the young fellow's flushed face. "I told you I would give you what you wished, and I will not break my word. I could safely trust Lianor to you.
Come, Leone, we will make haste, so as to set off ere the day gets more advanced." And warmly embracing her father, the girl sped swiftly away, followed by her cousin. In half an hour the cortege was ready, and, after some little hesitation on Don Garcia's part, they started. Lianor, with her two favorite maids, Lalli and Tolla, were cosily seated in a palanquin carried by four strong men.
"Savitre," Leone said suddenly, "would you be willing to leave your country to go with me to Portugal?" Savitre gazed at him in some wonderment. "Surely you are not thinking of leaving India?" she cried, a sudden anxiety dawning in her dark eyes. "Yes; my father wishes me to return, and as soon as Lianor is married we are going."
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