"Ay, sister, sick at heart," said the boy, with a deep drawn sigh.
"And why, Ruez?" she continued, gently parting the hair from his
forehead.
"How can you ask such a question, sister? do you not know already?"
he asked, turning his deep blue eyes full upon her.
"Perhaps not, brother," replied Isabella, struggling to suppress a
sigh, while she turned her face away from her brother's searching
glance.
"Do you not know, sister, that to-morrow Captain Bezan is sentenced
to die?"
"True," said Isabella Gonzales, with an involuntary shudder, "I do
know it, Ruez."
"And further, sister," continued the boy, sagely, "do you not know
that we have been the indirect cause of this fearful sacrifice?"
"I do not see that, brother," said Isabella, quickly, as she turned
her beautiful face fully upon her brother, inquiringly.
Ruez Gonzales looked like one actuated by some extraordinary
inspiration; his eyes were wonderfully bright, his expression that
of years beyond his actual age, and his beautiful sister, while she
gazed thus upon him at that moment, felt the keen and searching
glance that he bestowed upon her. She felt like one in the presence
of a superior mind; she could not realize her own sensations.
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