As he spoke he raised his hand threateningly, and to John Dinsmore’s horror he saw upon it a triangular diamond ring, such as had been described by his friends.
CHAPTER IV.
THE MIDNIGHT DUEL.
The conflict is over, the struggle is past—
I have looked, I have loved, I have worshiped my last—
And now back to the world, and let fate do her worst
On the heart that for thee such devotion has nursed.
For thee its best feelings were wasted away,
And life hath hereafter not one to betray.
Farewell, then, thou loved one—oh, loved but too well,
Too deeply, too blindly for language to tell!