One vessel could hardly work its way in ship shape
through the channel, but a thousand might lay safely at anchor
inside this remarkably land-locked harbor. At the moment when we
would introduce the reader to the house of the rich old Don
Gonzales, Isabella had thrown herself carelessly upon a couch in her
room, and half sighing, half dreaming while awake, was gazing out
upon the waters that make up from the Caribbean Sea, at the
southward, and now and then following with her eyes the trading
crafts that skimmed the sparkling waters to the north.
As she gazed thus, she suddenly raised herself to a sitting
position, as she heard the suppressed and most grievous sobs of some
one near the room where she was, and rising, she approached the
window to discover the cause of this singular sound. The noise that
had excited her curiosity came from the next chamber, evidently, and
that was her brother's. Stealing softly round to the entrance of his
chamber, she went quietly in and surprised Ruez as lay grieving upon
a couch with eyes filled with tears.
"Why, Ruez, what does this mean? Art sick, brother, that you are so
depressed?" asked the beautiful girl, seating herself down by his
side.
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