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an was the first to meet him, and he went forward with a welcoming smile. "Where is Lianor?" Diniz asked anxiously, glancing round the deserted halls. "In the grounds. Don Garcia has his home full of guests in honor of his daughter's betrothal with Manuel Tonza." "Lianor betrothed, and to him!" in consternation. "Yes," sadly; "her father has commanded her to accept him, and, since she lost poor Falcam, she is indifferent whom she weds." "But Tonza above all other men!" bitterly. 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." The youth darted off obediently, and presently returned to the tree where Diniz stood almost hidden by its shady branches, leading Lianor, whose face wore a look of some wonder. "Diniz, is it really you? Have you brought me any news?" she asked eagerly. Sampayo took her outstretched hand and kissed it reverently. "Yes," he said softly; "good news." "What is it? Tell me!" "I have discovered the man who, I think, struck the blow by instigation of the real murderer. Until he is taken I can do nothing further." "But who is he? How did you find him?" "He is a poor fisherman, named Jarima, and it was through a young Jewess, Phenee's grandchild, to whom the poignard was sold, I found him." "That was very good of her to help you." "It was, indeed. The whole morning she has searched with me for the man, and at last our labor was rewarded. To-morrow Jarima will be under arrest." As the words left his lips, a sudden movement amongst the trees startled them. "I am sure that was some one," Lianor cried, turning pale, and clasping Diniz's arm. Satzavan glided noiselessly away, but soon returned to say no one had passed by. 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. 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
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