Alvira: The Heroine of Vesuvius

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ious youth had sought the amusements over which darkness draws its veil. Politicians, newsmongers, and travellers made the cafe salons ring with their animated discussions. The po

ture. Amongst them there was an aged man of grayish beard, who was particularly loud and zealous in his condemnation of the dishonest banker. He railed against the Government, which, he said, was priest-ridden under the whip of Mazarin; the imbecility

cross the room, and took a seat opposite the old man, who had suddenly become silent and was busily occupied reading the criminal bulletin. Over the edges of his pa

a few words, closed, sealed the letter, then bade the waiter take it to his eldest

tall stranger, rising and advan

ira from Cadiz," r

e stranger. "No," he continued emphatic

debaters who had listened to the vitupera

ere some quiet and peaceful citizens were sipping their coff

n two young lads came running down-stairs and

en?" asked again the s

s of Senor Pereir

said the stranger in a loud voice, who had now become the

's bold disguise flashed with unerring conviction on the stranger's mind-the voice, the eye, the gait were Cassier's. He was familiar with the family, and in the hurried glance he got of the youths rushing by the s