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And father and brother tended by the sick girl's bedside as they
would have done that of an infant. Poor Isabella, what a medley of
contradictions is thy heart!
The ceremonies of the day passed off as usual; the review took place
in the after part of the day, and as General Bezan, now outranking
General Harero, rode by his division, he raised his hat to his old
comrades in arms, and bowed coldly to their commander. His rise and
new position filled the army with wonder; but none envied him; they
loved their old favorite too well to envy his good fortune to him;
even his brother officers echoed the cheers for the new
lieutenant-general.
But when the noise, the pomp, and bustle of the day was over, and
when alone in his apartment by himself, it was then that Lorenzo
Bezan's heart and feelings found sway. He knew full well who it was
that uttered that scream, and better, too, the cause of it; he
feared that he could neither sleep nor eat until he should see her
and speak to her once more; but then again he feared to attempt
this. True, his position gave him the entree to all classes now, and
her father's house would have been welcome to him; but he would far
rather have seen her as the humble Captain Bezan, of yore, than with
a host of stars upon his breast.
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