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y think of Glyndon. But then, as the minutes passed and he appeared not, Merton-whose heart was as good, at least, as human hearts are in general-grew

ised eye could discern all objects on the surface, at a considerable distance. They had n

form of his friend. "Thank Heaven, he i

ling; "behold the very being that crossed me last

returned passively the joyous greeting of Merton,-"Signor Inglese, I told you

ammered Merton, in great

e mountain well, I have conducted him safely to you. This is all our history. You see, sir, that were it not for that prophecy which you desired to fr

said Glyndon, anxiously, and speaking for th

Will you marry Isabel di Pisani, or lose her forever? Consult not your friend; he is sensible and wise, but not now is his wisdom needed. There are times in life when from the imagination, and not the reason

that of love burns in my veins,-the desire, not to resemble, but to surpass my kind; the desire to penetrate and to share the secret of your own existence; the desire of a preternatural knowl

friendship; yet I dread to share them, for bold must be the man who can partake my existence and enjoy my confidence. Once more I say to thee, in compassion and in warning, the choice of life is

I must be contented to be obscure; and if I

edge and power a

if I marry Isabel, wilt thou be my maste

at heart, the restless, the de

appiness. Welcome solitude, welcome despair, if the

midnight thou shalt give it in one w

and, and descending ra

ge had passed there. The flexile and dubious expression of youth was forever gone; the features were locke