Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 257: what you’re looking at

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252 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. «*Tell him whom I have revered and loved as sire that I forgive him for the wrong he did my mother, and seek to be forgiven for the anguish his child has brought him. ‘To you, beloved, faithful one, I leave a heart with love which only flows unchecked to you. And because I prize you dearly, deathlessly, oh, my little one, comfort Victor Joselynif you can. I shall not live long; thank Heaven, the earthly struggle will end at last, and I will be in bliss, watch- ing for you first. “And remember—remember, Ivanilla, to you I say it, I will be at the pearly gates watching, praying for your en- trance. All of you—oh, tell them, all of them/” CHAPTER XXXIII. TOO LATE. ‘* But, no, that look is not the last; We yet may meet where seraphs dwell. Where love no more deplores the past, : Nor breathes that withering word—farewell!” LONGFELLOW. ‘The half-hour is past, madam,” said Morecombe, open- ing the door. | My sister turned as pale as death; unconsciously her hands clasped round me and held me fast. ‘© JT cannot—will not leave you,” I whispered, desperately. «‘ Let him drag us apart, if he dares.” | ‘¢ Farewell, vanilla,” she cried, lifting her countenance now with a smile of seraphic purity. ‘I will meet you in heaven.” The small carriage was standing close to the door, with a fresh horse in harness; the sun was, indeed, low behind the trees, and rough were the miles that stretched between home and me. In stupefied silence I took my seat, and dared but one backward glance at my beloved, standing on the threshold of the mildewed, crumbling dwelling. Her gentle lips tried to quiver into a smile of comfort, but they failed; and the holy eyes were raised to heaven, as if they would carry my hopes up there. ‘‘T will leave you at the gipsy camp,” said Morecombe, CORNUCG OOO S (©)