Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 209: what you’re looking at

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204 BEAUTIFUL RIENZL Heaven be praised, I have every assurance that we will— that secret link will be forced from her, I hope.” ‘‘ Hope for the best,” chimed in the doctor, who was in fully recovered spirits. ‘‘I don’t intend to come back to you—no, not I—without the runaway Isolina! [ll cage her, never you fear! And Iva—if anybody comes here in my absence asking for me, give a sparecorner to the old doctor’s guest until he returns; will you?” And they each sprang to their places, and dashed off with waving adieus to the anxious ones they left behind. CHAPTER XXVII, THE MAN I MET ON THE SANDS. ‘‘A happy lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who lights and rings the gateway bell, And learns her gone and far from home.’’—TENNYSON. That was a long, sacred day, which my mother and I spent together when we were left alone. We communed with very full hearts after the terrible dangers from which we had escaped; and I poured some of the wonderful com- fort with which I was supported into her willing ears, until even she smiled in renewed hope, and began to lift her head, which had so sorely drooped in sorrow. In the quiet evening I loitered through the dewy walks of lovely Silverlea down to the bit of sand which girt it In. At first I thought only of my darling, who so often had walked these summer paths with me; my arm felt empty without the touch of her hand; my ear was desolate without the rustle of her dress over the withered scrolls which fell from beech and aspen; and I wept when I stood on the bed of white sand where she used to love to linger. And as I gazed over the chastened waters which glided softly in and seemed to walk warily after the storm of yesterday, I felt it hard for awhile to say, ‘“‘ Thy will be done!” Oh, it was hard; the old wounds bled afresh; my heart pleaded sore; but I did not move until I could say, “I give her up to Thee,” and once more calmness came to me. Slowly I paced along, farther round the little cape COMICOOO S (©)