The patient raised himself on his elbow, crying, feverishly:
"For God's sake! spare that villain, Mr. Hill; not for his sake, no, no—but for a woman's sake! Listen: there is a tragedy behind what you know. A woman's honor is involved, and my silence is its only safeguard!"
[CHAPTER XXXVIII.]
"STOP THE CARRIAGE!"
"Come love! Until thy face I see,
All things seem valueless to me;
Nor singing birds nor blooming flowers
Can make less sad the weary hours.
Friends cannot cheer, mirth cannot move,
While thou art absent, dearest love.
Dejection holds my heart in thrall
Till thou art here, my all-in-all."
Francis S. Smith.
"How strange, oh, how strange, that Harry does not answer my letter!" cried Geraldine, impatiently.
About ten days had passed since she had posted the letter with her own hands to Hawthorne, and for days she had been waiting in silent anxiety for his reply.