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Updated: May 15, 2025
Years have, passed away since we related Amine's sufferings and cruel death; and now once more we bring Philip Vanderdecken on the scene. And during this time, where has he been? A lunatic at one time frantic, chained, coerced with blows; at others, mild and peaceable. Reason occasionally appeared to burst out again, as the sun on a cloudy day, and then it was again obscured.
"Lost! signora, lost!" exclaimed the captain, wringing his hands as he crouched under the bulwark. "No!" replied Amine, who had gained the weather side, and held on by a rope; "not lost this time." "How say you, signora?" replied the captain, looking with admiration at Amine's calm and composed countenance. "How say you, signora?"
Amine's lip curled in derision when she heard the last accusation. She was asked if she had any defence to make. "What defence can be offered," replied she, "to such accusations as these? Witness the last because I was not so craven as the Christians, I am accused of sorcery. The old dotard! but I will expose him.
Philip waited no longer; in three bounds he was on the landing-place above, and pushing by the person who had spoken, he opened the door of Amine's room. A floating wick in a tumbler of oil gave but a faint and glimmering light; the curtains of the bed were drawn, and by the side of it was kneeling a figure which was well known to Philip that of Father Seysen.
"If there be harm," thought Amine, "at least the deed is not his 'tis mine; they cannot say that he has practised arts that are unlawful and forbidden by his priests. On my head be it!" And there was a contemptuous curl on Amine's beautiful arched lip, which did not say much for her devotion to her new creed. Morning dawned, and Philip still slumbered.
Schriften gradually appeared mindful of this kindness, and at last to be pleased with Amine's company. To Philip he was at times civil and courteous, but not always; but to Amine he was always deferent. His language was mystical, she could not prevent his chuckling laugh, his occasional "He! he!" from breaking forth.
It was more than love it was a devotion on both sides, each day increasing. Who, indeed, could be more charming, more attractive in all ways than the high-spirited, yet tender Amine? Occasionally the brow of Philip would be clouded when he reflected upon the dark prospect before him; but Amine's smile would chase away the gloom, and, as he gazed on her, all would be forgotten.
By the evening they had arrived at the southern point of Galolo, where they landed for the night: the next day they gained the place of their destination, and Amine was led up to the Portuguese factory. That the curiosity of those who were stationed there was roused, is not to be wondered at the history given by the natives of Amine's escape appeared so miraculous.
"A dangerous one most dangerous." "And therefore most noble. They seem as if they would speak to me: look at you bright star it beckons to me." For some time, Amine's eyes were raised aloft; she spoke not, and Philip remained at her side. She walked to the gangway of the vessel, and looked down upon the placid wave, pierced by the moonbeams far below the surface.
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