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Updated: June 15, 2025
The ship sailed on until they arrived nearly abreast of the town, when Amine's eyes were directed to the lofty spires of the churches and other public edifices for Amine had seen but little of cities during her life, as may be perceived when her history is recollected. "That is the Jesuits' church, with their establishment," said the captain, pointing to a magnificent pile.
The executioners now commenced their office: the chains were passed round Amine's body the wood and faggots piled around her. The same preparations had been made with all the other culprits, and the confessors stood by the side of each victim.
Philip's heart was relieved at the knowledge of Amine's safety, and he could have been happy at the prospect of again meeting her, had he not been so constantly fretted by the company of Schriften.
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.
Then the recollection of what had passed rushed into Amine's mind, and she coloured deeply. Had Father Mathias forgiven her? The event would show; but this is certain, he now treated her as an old friend, listened with interest to her history of the wreck, and agreed with her upon the propriety of her accompanying him to Goa.
Stop, give it to me; I will take it to him myself." Mynheer Poots took the cup from Amine's hands, and went into Philip's room. "Here, my son, drink this off, and you will be well," said Mynheer Poots, whose hand trembled so that he spilt the wine on the coverlid. Amine, who watched her father, was more than ever pleased that she had not put the powder into the cup.
So great was the sudden icy shock which passed through Amine's frame when Schriften pressed her hand, that when with difficulty she gained the sofa, she fell upon it. After remaining with her hand pressed against her heart for some time, during which Philip bent over her, she said, in a breathless voice, "That creature must be supernatural I am sure of it I am now convinced.
They all had secrets to confide to her secrets which had been confided to the whole convent before: such secrets, such stories, so different from Amine's chaste ideas such impurity of thought that Amine was disgusted at them. But how could it be otherwise?
He was no longer the sincere Catholic that he had been; for he never thought of religion without his Amine's cruel fate being brought to his recollection. Still he clung on to the relic he believed in that and that only.
Schriften held her hand for a second or two in his own, looking at it earnestly, and then at Amine's face. "So fair, so good! Mynheer Vanderdecken, I thank you. Lady, may Heaven preserve you!" Then, squeezing the hand of Amine which he had not released, Schriften hastened out of the cabin.
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