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details, may you not indicate to me some line of conduct, of action, thatwould be most in accord with your wishes--or, rather, with your idea ofould be best?"

She looked atlookwhich no man born of woman could misunderstandThen she spoke slowly,deliberately, emphatically:

"Be bold, and fear notBe true to yourself, to uards you can useYour safety does not restwith meAh, I wish it did!I wish to God it did!"In my inner heartit thrilled me not merely to hear the expression of her wish, but to hearher use the name of God as she didI understand now, in the calht beforewoh at thenize the doubt, my brain didAnd I made upmy mind that we should not part this time until she knew that I had seenher, and where; but, despite reedily as she went on

"As for me, you may not find _me_, but _I_ shall find _you_, be sure!And noe ainthat you love o--even one ears such a garment as this--and rests where I mustrest"As she spoke she held up part of her cereain in my arms and hold her close,closeGod knows it was all in love; but it was passionate love whichsurged through my every vein as I strained her dear body to mineButyet this embrace was not selfish; it was not all an expression of my ownpassionIt was based on pity--the pity which is twin-born with trueloveBreathless from our kisses, when presently we released each other,she stood in a glorious rapture, like a white spirit in the ht,and as her lovely, starlit eyes seeuorous ecstasy:

"Oh, how you love h for this, even to wearing this terrible drapery"And again shepointed to her shroud

Here was my chance to speak of what I knew, and I took it"I know, IknowMoreover, I know that awful resting-place"

I was interrupted, cut short in the htened look in her eyes and the fear-mastered way inwhich she shrank away from meI suppose in reality she could not bepaler than she looked when the colour-absorbing ht fell on her;but on the instant all se seemed to shrink and fallaway, and she looked with eyes of dread as if in I some aay held inthrallBut for the lance, she would haveseemed of soulless marble, so deadly cold did she look

The ed themselves out whilst I waited for her to speakseeth her words caht I could hardly hear it:

"You know--you knowto do now but to speak out the truth:

"I was in the crypt of St SavaIt was all by accidentI wasexploring all around the Castle, and I went there instair in the rock behind the screen, and went downDear, Iloved you well before that awful lass, my love multiplied itself, with pity as afactor"She was silent for a few secondsWhen she spoke, there was anew tone in her voice:

"But were you not shocked?"

"Of course I was," I answered on the spur of the moment, and I now thinkwisely"Shocked is hardly the wordI was horrified beyond anythingthat words can convey that you--_you_ should have to so endure!I didnot like to return, for I feared lest ht set some barrierbetween usBut in due time I did return on another day"

"Well?"Her voice was like sweet music

"I had another shock that time, worse than before, for you were notthereThen indeed it was that I knew to myself how dear you were--howdear you are toor dead--shall always bein my heart"She breathed hardThe elation in her eyes ht, but she said no wordI went on:

"My dear, I had coh Iknehat dreadful sight should sear ainBut we littleknohat may be in store for us, no matter e expectI went outwith a heart like water from that dreadful desolation"