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"Thou art right," returned the noble man "It were hard, indeed, not to

have soiven thee I, too,

owe him more than words can speak"

Hu and desolate heart, I yet could not

restrain ht still, O woman! And when thy day

is beclouded, as the fairest days will be, let sootten thing, that belongs to an

ancient mournful hour of uncompleted birth, which yet was beautiful in

its tiht they were listening The colour of

the lady's eyes grew deeper and deeper; the slow tears grew, and filled

them, and overflowed They rose, and passed, hand in hand, close

to where I stood; and each looked towards h a door which closed behind them; but, ere it closed,

I saw that the rooeous arras I stood with an ocean of sighs frozen in er She was near me, and I could not see her; near

me in the arms of one loved better than I, and I would not see her, and

I would not be by her But how to escape frootten the mark; for the fact that I

could not enter the sphere of these living beings kept me aware that,