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244 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. promise me that she should stay until to-morrow? Remem- ber the fatigue she has suffered. She is hungry, exhausted.” ‘‘ Madam is in danger,” he said, glancing significantly at the figure sleeping on the couch. ‘‘ What is the packet—who brought it?” “It is for Mrs. Beaumont; a gipsy brought it. Miss Iso- lina Joselyn, I must insist! Miss Rienzi, the carriage will be ready in half an hour.” He pushed the packet under his mistress’ pillow, and stood imploringly waiting some reply. ‘She shall go in half an hour,” said my sister, in a tone of agony. He bowed, and instantly retired. “‘T will not leave you!” I exclaimed, wildly, throwing my arms round her; ‘I shall stay until the danger comes; that danger is my father and Dr. Pemberton, I know well.” ‘““What madness,” muttered the poor girl, trembling; ‘my word is pledged to this woman; I must fly from them; I must, I must!” ‘‘And can you send your poor Ivanilla away so coldly?” “* Alas! my heart will break! Sweet child—sweet, sweet friend, do not tempt me; comfort me; sustain my weak, bleeding spirit, or it will sink beneath its burdens. Pity this torture between love and duty, and end it for me?’ «¢’True—you are no longer ours; you have chosen your mother; your choice is at least a contrast to the mother you forsake.” ‘Cruel, cruel! I lose the last boon—your love.” ‘* Never!” I exclaimed, with passionate remorse; ‘‘go to your duty, saintly, noble Isolina. May I be worthy to love so pure a being, and may our Heaven of mercy support you. I will not torture you with my selfish affection; I will go away.” ‘7 have yet more to tell,” she murmured, restraining the outpouring emotions of her heart, and regaining her calm and sad exterior. ‘“‘I should like you to know the whole of this dreary history, that you may comfort in part, that beloved mother, whom also, I am obliged to forsake; I should hike you all to understand fully the motives of this last step.” ‘< Dear sister, I am listening.” ‘* And you do truly love the unhappy sister of your sym- COMICOOO S (©)