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The young ly listened to hilance directed toward the heavens She now s her hand upon her bosom, said in a very

low tone: "And yet I feel that a wo there But it

sleeps! Who will one day come to awaken it?"

Carlo did not understand these lohispered words; he understood only

his own passion, his own consus, described to her the torments and fierce joys of

an unreturned love, which is yet too strong and overpowering to be

suppressed And Natalie listened to hihtfulness

His words sounded in her ears like a wonderful song froe,

distant world which she knew not, but the description of which filled

her heart with a sweet longing, and she could have wept, without knowing

whether it was for sorrow or joy

"Thus, Natalie," at length said Carlo, entirely exhausted and pale with

emotion--"thus I love you You els cannot le with mortals unloved and

unpunished I should finally have been coer, in cruel ignorance; that you, learning to

understand your own heart, ht tell me whether I have to hope, or only

to fear!"

"Poor Carlo!" murmured Natalie "You love me, but I do not love you!

This has even now becoly