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I stood for a long ti into thedarkness in front of liht recall and hold ine down the stepsFor the first tilance as she stepped on the white pathbelow the terraceWith the glamour over me of that look, which was alllove and enticement, I could have dared all the powers that be

When the grey daas beco of thesky I returned to my roomIn a dazed condition--half hypnotized bylove--I went to bed, and in dreams continued to think, all happily, of myLady of the Shroud

RUPERT'S JOURNAL--_Continued_

_May_ 27, 1907

A whole week has gone since I saw my Love!There it is; no doubtwhatever is left in rown and grown by leaps and bounds, as novelists put itIt has nowbecoht of doubt ordifficultyI suppose itneed notmean pain--under enchantments in old timesI am but as a strahirledin the resistless eddies of a whirlpoolI feel that I _ain, even if it be but in her tomb in the cryptI s have to be thought ofThe visit ht ain here

Thecame and went, but my wish and intention still remained; andso in the full tide of noon, with the sun in all its fiery force, I setout for the old church of St SavaI carried with me a lantern withpowerful lensI had wrapped it up secretly, for I had a feeling that Ishould not like anyone to know that I had such a thing with me

On this occasion I had no sOn the former visit I had for aht of the body of the wo in her toh in her tomb, that I came

When I had lit reat door, which was once again unlocked, I turned my steps to the stepsof the crypt, which lay behind the richly carven wood screenThis Icould see, with the better light, was a noble piece of work of pricelessbeauty and worthI tried to keep htsof ; but,despite all, it sank down, down, and turned to water as I passed withuncertain feet down the narrow, tortuous stepsMy concern, I am nowconvinced, was not for myself, but that she whom I adored should have toendure such a fearful placeAs anodyne to ht what itwould be, and how I should feel, when I should have won for her a way outof that horror, at any rateThis thought reassuredof the saht places as well as into them that at lastI pushed open the low, narrow door at the foot of the rock-hewn staircaseand entered the crypt

Without delay IchainI could see by the flashing of the light around reat effort I steadiedht down into thesarcophagus

Once again the fallen lantern rang on the tingling glass, and I stoodalone in the darkness, for an instant almost paralyzed with surpriseddisappointment

The tos of the dead had been removed

I knew not what happened till I foundstairHere, in comparison with the solid darkness of the crypt,it seehtThe di rays down the vaulted steps, and as I could see, be it neverso diht caroped hting matches, I found my way to thetomb and recovered my lanternThen I took e, at least such vestiges of self-respectas the venture had left uished htI seeh the dimnessof the church, ;but the memory of these did not count for much when once I was freeIwas only satisfied of my own consciousness and identity when I foundmyself on the broad rock terrace in front of the church, with the fiercesunlight beating ondoard, saw farbelow me the rippled blue of the open sea

RUPERT'S JOURNAL--_Continued_

_June_ 3, 1907

Another week has elapsed--a week full of movement of many kinds and ins ofagain in daylight to StSava's as I should have liked to have doneI felt that I ht is her time of freedom, and it must be kept for her--orelse I ain