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228 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI now, and alone, or the messenger would not discover him- self. I stepped into the upper hall from the balcony. No one had risen; it was not four o’clock; I might be far away be- fore they would miss me. I must not attempt to take any one with me; she had said, ‘‘ Come alone, and privately.”’ I prepared myself hurriedly, and supplied myself with some money; there might be need; she might be induced to fly with me; I must be able to command resources. When I was ready I found a pencil and tore the fly-leaf out of Dante’s Inferno; my fingers trembled, but I wrote some lines to those who would miss me: ‘Dear Moturr——Dear Vicror:—Isolina hassent for me. I must go secretly or not see her at all. Iam going with the messenger, who came to meas I was on the balconyat sunrise. I trust in God, and am afraid of nothing. I will bring her back if this hand ever touches hers again. Pray for us both—and do not——’ I could not finish; agitation and anxiety made the words illegible. I inclosed my sister’s note inside, and left them on my dressing-table. I flung myself upon my knees and prayed for wisdom and guidance. | I was calm when I stepped upon the balcony. “© Come now,” I breathed, audibly. ‘¢ Are you alone?” replied a voice beneath me. ‘¢Yes, I am alone.” I strained my eyes at every mass of foliage, but saw noth- ing. rp Go down to the beach behind the house, and if no one follows you I will meet you there.” Step by step I stole down the balcony stairs, and looked within the piazza for the owner of the voice. ‘* Let me see you,” I said, softly. There was no reply. I waited a long time. I began to feel a little afraid. Then a man appeared from behind a rock and stood be- fore me. I shrank back in dismay. ‘¢ Ralph Morecombe!” ‘‘There is no time to lose. Come away.” «¢ Are you my sister’s messenger?” s¢'Yes, yes. Are you parleying here until some one comes?” | ‘‘T have given you my word that [ am alone. Can you CORNUCG OOO S (©)