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The soul tries to fly into the boundless regions of space and eternity, and to gaze upon other worlds, and other beings equally the object of the Great Creator's care; but her mortal wing soon droops and tires, and she is fain to nestle home again to her Saviour's arms, with the thought, "I am my Beloved's, and He is mine." That is the only safe beginning and end of all speculation.
Indeed, Gabrielle Engledue was actually witness of my beloved's mysterious seizure, little dreaming that in a short hour she herself would fall victim to the cupidity of that relentless poisoner who, by his crimes, hoped to amass one of the most colossal fortunes in the world. I sat with Gabrielle discussing the amazing affair until darkness slowly fell.
I have a er little effort I er composed on er the Coming of Spring I er will read to you some time if you will ah be kind enough to er criticise ah impartially." "Criticise!" they chorused. "It will be above criticism. Oh, do read it to us, Mr. Jones." "I will er this evening." His eyes wandered to the door, hoping and longing for his beloved's entrance.
Bee-gin, please: 'In all humility I worship thee." Obediently the young man opened his mouth, and in a magnificent baritone voice declaimed that reverently, and from a great way off, he ventured to worship at his beloved's shrine, while Diana listened spell-bound. If this were the only sort of voice Baroni condescended to train, what chance had she?
"Do you know him?" said the man. For a moment she did not answer, and the pistol which had done its work so well dropped noisily out of her palsied hand. "He is a stranger to me," she said, looking fixedly at her husband's fading face. When the world's asleep, I awake and weep, Deeply sighing, say, "Come, O break of day, Lead my feet in my beloved's way."
Small wonder if Hugo didn't guess that she had thought twenty times in two weeks of actually doing this thing she spoke of. Still less if it never occurred to him that he here confronted again the footprint of the condemned revivalist fellow, lately become his beloved's sworn friend.... "Have you asked your father that question yet?"
On the further side he paused, and looked earnestly into his beloved's face. Their eyes met, and there was that in his that caused her to swiftly drop her own. A silence ensued as they stood by the gate. He broke it. "It is a lovely night. Let us walk through the ruins." "I shall wet my feet: the dew must be falling." "There is no dew falling to-night. Won't you come?"
She's clothed with the sun, crowned with twelve stars, The spotted moon her footstool she hath made. The dragon her assaults, fills her with jars, Yet rests she under her Beloved's shade, But whence was she? what is her pedigree? Was not her father a poor Amorite? What was her mother but as others be, A poor, a wretched, and a sinful Hittite.
When at night he reached his beloved's house it seemed to be redolent with the very perfume of her, as if the furniture, the curtains, the very walls about her had absorbed the essence of her spirit he felt the strain of that insistent gossip, of the persecution of an entire city that had fixed its eyes upon his love. Two against a multitude!
Had not the impulsive Lieutenant thus learned of his beloved's safety from massacre, had he not received the assurance of an immediate attempt for her recapture, there is no telling to what imprudent lengths he might have gone in his blind devotion to the young captive.
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